A Numbers Game (Out of Bounds #2.5)
Author: Tracy Solheim
Publisher: Berkley
Release Date: 15 April 2014
Love is worth more than the sum of its hearts…
CPA Merrit Callahan learned early not to let passion unravel her orderly life. Back in college she fell hard for a football player, only to be devastated when she discovered he’d been duping her all along—dared by his teammates to score with his bookish tutor. Now, after her back-stabbing fiancĂ© breaks off their engagement, Merrit flees to Baltimore to escape the fallout.
After eight years in the pros, a series of concussions have forced Heath Gibson out of the NFL. The transition from player to coach for the Baltimore Blaze hasn’t been smooth, but finding himself face-to-face with Merrit Callahan makes the ride even rockier. He’s been filled with regret ever since a stupid team prank caused Merrit to run away from him a decade earlier.
Merrit’s stunned to reconnect with Heath. And despite the authenticity of his reignited feelings this time around, Merrit’s got her mind set on payback. She’ll give Heath a night he won’t forget and then walk away. But Heath’s hold on her heart—and the rest of her body—is difficult to break…
Includes a preview of the next Out of Bounds novel, Risky Game.
Excerpt
A feeling of light-headedness nearly brought Merrit to her knees. Her eyes roamed over the well muscled arms and beautiful chest to his trim waist, honing in on the small green shamrock tattoo peeking out above the waistband of his shorts. One that exactly matched the shamrock she’d had tattooed above her own hip bone. She didn’t bother looking up at his face because she already knew it by heart. Just as she knew the feel of his firm lips on her own, the taste of his skin, the brush of his unshaved face and his musky scent. Worse, she knew firsthand the mockery that would be reflected in his coffee eyes. Mockery she’d once mistaken for something else.
“This isn’t what it looks like,” he was saying, but his words sounded to Merrit as if they were echoing out of the end of a pipe. “I picked up the wrong keys when I went out for my run and I left my cell phone inside on the charger. Would you mind if I borrowed yours to make a quick—”
He stopped mid-sentence and mid-stride holding both hands up, palms out. Merrit realized she was mirroring his pose, her hands at the ready to push him away. The gasping sound she heard was coming from her own throat as her ribs continued to squeeze tightly around her lungs. She saw the moment recognition dawned on his face; his lips beginning to form a word. As if the angels sensed her panic, a surge of adrenalin washed away the cement–like feeling in Merrit’s limbs. Heart racing, she jumped into her car, jammed the key in the ignition and drove off before things really got messy and she passed out.









