Tyler was heading out the door to meet Alexis at The Blue Heron when he received an urgent text from her, asking him to pick her up at the high school because her golf cart had a flat tire. He couldn't imagine what she was doing over by Wilson when she was supposed to be meeting him, but he didn't question it. Alexis needed help, so help was on the way. He grabbed a spare tire and tools from his shed and tossed them into the empty seat beside him.
By the time he arrived at the high school, Alexis was nowhere to be seen. The golf cart was parked at the bottom of the front steps and he was surprised to see the tires in perfect condition. His phone vibrated again; he glanced down at the text.
"I'm at the football field," he read aloud. Football field? What was she up to?
He walked around to the back of the school and glimpsed a lone figure seated on the bleachers. As he got closer, he broke into a huge grin. Alexis was wearing a form fitting, bright green Wilson soccer jersey and a pair of tight black shorts that left little to the imagination.
She stood up when she saw him approaching and he shook his head in amazement when he noticed the white knee socks with green stripes around the top.
"Aren't you the sexiest soccer player I've ever seen," he said appreciatively. He had a hard time keeping his eyes from roaming the length of her body. "I drew the line at pigtails," she told him. "That would've just been creepy."
She hopped down in front of him when he reached the bleachers.
"So what is all this?" he asked.
"You told me to make new memories so I've decided to take your advice.
Starting with my memories of you."
"But you don't have any memories of me from high school," he objected.
She reached up and touched his face, tracing his strong jawline with her finger. "I will now."
He leaned down and pressed his forehead gently against hers. "You have no clue what you do to me."
She ran a hand down his chest and said in a throaty voice, "I'm Alexis MacAdams and I noticed you in the stands during my game because I am neither blind nor selfabsorbed. You are incredibly hot."
He played along. "I couldn't help but notice you, too. Number twenty-one, right?"
She nodded and cocked her head coyly. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Not yet, but I'm working on it," he said. He reached for her, but she teasingly backed out of his reach.