Lola—I hate keeping secrets from my father, but I know he’ll be furious if he finds out where I’m going. That’s a risk I’m willing to take because I know what I’m doing is right. I expected my father to send someone to find me. He always does. But this guy? I’ve never lain eyes on him before; trust me, I’d remember this man. He’s damn fine; unfortunately he won’t let me seduce him into keeping my secret. Memphis—Trouble in a tank top, that’s what this beauty is. She thinks she can sweet-talk me into getting involved in her deception. I may want to get wrapped up in her arms, but getting wrapped up in her scheme is a whole other ball game. Guess again, sweet cheeks. I don’t care how fine your strut is; it won’t work on me. I’m immune where the hot-as-hell Club Princess is involved. My loyalty belongs to my club first, but I’m a nomad for a reason, and letting Lola get her hooks in me is not in my plan.