I have two goals this season:



1. Prove to the Seattle Serpents I'm more than just the old guy.



2. Don't fall for my captain's stepsister.



In my defense, I had no clue who Vanessa was when we met. We were in a different city. How was I supposed to know she's my teammate’s stepsister?



Now she's in Seattle, still healing from her divorce, and apparently, she's here to stay. That would be fine if I didn't still think about our night together every waking hour. Thing is, I do think about it—constantly—and then when I find out she needs a place to live, I offer my spare room. We're roommates, and that's it. Until it isn't.



We're just having fun, that's all. Except nothing feels like just fun. It feels far too real and far too serious, and her stepbrother has no idea about us living together or that I'm slowly falling for her.



So much for focusing on the season . . .