Only When It's Us

Ryder: Ever Since She Sat Next To Me In Class And Gave Me Death Eyes, Willa Sutter's Been On My Shit List. Why She Hates Me, I Don't Know. What I Do Know Is That Willa Is The Kind Of Chaos I Don't Need In My Tidy Life. She's The Next Generation Of Women's Soccer. Wild Hair, Wilder Eyes. Bee-stung Lips That Should Be Illegal. And A Temper That Makes The Devil Seem Friendly. She's A Thorn In My Side, A Menacing, Cantankerous, Pain-in-the-ass Who's Turned Our Business Mathematics Course Into A Goddamn Gladiator Arena. I'll Leave This War Zone Unscathed, Coming Out On Top... And If I Have My Way With That Crazy-haired, Ball-busting Hellion, That Will Be In More Than One Sense Of The Word. Willa: Rather Than Give Me The Lecture Notes I Missed Like Every Other Instructor I've Had, My Asshole Professor Tells Me To Get Them From The Silent, Surly Flannel-wearing Mountain Man Sitting Next To Me In Class. Well, I Tried. And What Did I Get From Ryder Bergman? Ignored. What A Complete Lumbersexual Neanderthal. Mangy Beard And Mangier Hair. Frayed Ball Cap That Hides His Eyes. And A Stubborn Refusal To Acknowledge My Existence. I've Battled Men Before, But With Ryder, It's War. I'll Get Those Notes And Crack That Sasquatch Nut If It's The Last Thing I Do, Then I'll Have Him At My Mercy. Victory Will Have Never Tasted So Sweet.--provided By Publisher.