This is the explosive sequel to "To Capture a Heart."
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Some truths ruin lives. Others set them free.
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Veronica had it all-until, in the span of a few brutal days, she lost everything.
The fallout is fierce. Tensions are at a breaking point. Lo...
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The moment he kissed me, I forgot how to function. I'm talking brain-to-jelly levels of dysfunction. Knees weak. Pulse screaming. That kind of kiss.
I could still feel it even after I walked away. The soft press of his lips, the way he looked at me like I just made the sun rise with my bare hands.
I think I had blacked out halfway through my own speech. Like, full adrenaline fog. Do I remember what I said? Barely. Did I mean all of it? Every single word.
I made my way to the stands where Ash was wiping her eyes like an Oscar speech had just happened.
"You absolute lunatic," she whispered, flinging her arms around me. "That was beautiful. I'm talking Taylor Swift-bridge levels of emotionally devastating."
"I almost fell on my face," I mumbled into her shoulder.
"And it would've been iconic either way."
Avi pulled me into a one-armed hug. "You dropped the L-word in front of the whole stadium?"
"Yep."
"You kneeled."
"I panicked!"
"You're the blueprint for every overly dramatic main character in a teen romance ever written."
"And yet—he said yes." I smirked.
Ryan leaned over the back row. "You know the camera caught all of that, right? Coach is probably watching the replay like it's game tape."
I groaned and buried my face in my hands. "God, I'm going to be a meme by morning."
"Not just a meme," Ash grinned. "An iconic meme."
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The rest of the game felt like a blur of heartbeats and noise. Tyler played like a man possessed—complete passes, two goals, one ridiculous spin move that had the crowd on their feet.
Every time he looked up at the stands, he looked at me.
And I swear I floated ten feet off the bleachers every time he did.
He had scored the final goal with all the fury of a man who'd just made out with his girlfriend in front of thousands of people and was now hellbent on defending her honour with cleats and vengeance.
I wasn't even sure the goalie saw the ball. The poor kid just stared into the void afterwards.
Avi turned to me and said, "He just broke his own record."
"Which one?"
"Goals. And I think emotional whiplash from dramatic romantic declarations in the middle of a play timeout."
