His name says it all. Dane Greathouse brings twenty-five thousand people to their feet—chanting his name like he's God. I admit I am one of them. Lettie: <\b> Since second grade when Dane used to pull my hair and chase me around the art table, we've ben inseparable. The only girl at his birthday parties. The only boy allowed in my room. Camping. Swimming. Riding. You name it we've done it together, except the one thing. How can I focus on punching my ticket to the Olympics and earning a gold medal in Equestrian if I can't get Dane out of my head and into bed? Just once and maybe I could get him out of my system. Dane:<\b> We’re graduating this year and if it goes as planned, I’ll be off to the NBA. I’ve had it all mapped out since I was ten... to have Lettie by my side. In my bed. With a ring on her finger. But Lettie Maxwell can’t take a hint and rather than lose my best friend, I stand by and watch her parade around in those short AF dresses and those riding boots, hanging on other guys. I finally have an opportunity to make my move. It's now or never. Or will fear of rejection and losing the most important person in my life keep us from stepping out of bounds? Or will we stand on the line,****