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Even better.
I’m done playing defense when it comes to her.
This time?
I’m going to tackle her heart—whether she’s ready or not.
CHAPTER 1-DANIELA
I can’t believe this.
The season has been over for months, but does Major League Rugby take a break?
No. Of fucking course not.
Apparently, rugby players don’t hibernate.
Not when there are “indoor tournaments,” “international friendlies,” and “engagement campaigns” designed to lure in more American fans who still think rugby is just football with an identity crisis.
Which is where I come in.
Hi, I'm Daniela McNally.
PR assistant for the Carolina Rovers.
Or, more accurately, professional chaos-wrangler, part-time damage control specialist, and the girl who makes sure our players aren’t accidentally offending sponsors, swearing on live mic, or flashing too much thigh on TikTok.
I technically report to Finley Adamo, who’s the Rovers' head of public relations.
She reports to Mitchell Knight—the billionaire owner of the team and Luca Warden’s old college mentor.
And yeah, I kind of fell into this job by accident.
But then my best friend, Annabeth Martinez, went and married Luca—our star forward, our team golden boy, the man the fans call Captain Heartbreaker—and just like that, I was no longer the invisible intern hovering behind the social media camera.
I became part of the family.
Teammate-adjacent, if you will.
Which is great.Mostly.
Except now I’ve got a front-row seat to all the sweaty, shirtless, stupidly attractive rugby drama—and all the testosterone-fueled bro-banter that comes with it.
And let me tell you something.
These guys are terrifying.
I mean, have you ever seen professional rugby players up close?
They’re massive.
Like if Dwayne Johnson and a grizzly bear had a baby, and that baby was raised on protein powder and full-contact drills.
That’s the vibe.
They’ve got thick necks, broader-than-broad shoulders, thighs the size of tree trunks, and this insane ability to look hot while bleeding.
Which—honestly—should be illegal.
