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The hottest guy on campus won't stop asking me out. I know that sounds like a good problem to have, but this guy...this guy has no idea how complicated my life is trying to juggle being a single mom and college student. Every Thursday, he shows up at the café where I work. His cheesy pickup lines and arrogance should have me completely annoyed. I'm not. I can't say yes, but Thursday is my favorite day of the week.

Rhett Rauthruss is a complication I don’t want. The Valley U hockey star is newly single and has his sights set on me. He’s a walking, talking, charming distraction. His attention is the last thing I need right now. Not when I have so much to prove. I’m tired of the pity looks from teammates and coaches.

I’m banished to Vermont for a scandal that wasn’t my fault, and broke because my famous father cut me off. And did I mention my roommate stole my boyfriend? Yeah, I’m loving my Moo U experience. Now I need a job, because this gel manicure won’t upkeep itself. The only available option is the last one I’d ever want - a job as the hockey team’s equipment manager. My plan is to do the bare minimum, get paid, and find my way back into my father’s good graces.

I’ve made a lot of dumb mistakes but none dumber than losing her. Senior year. I should be partying and living it up with my friends before graduation, but one more mistake and I’m off the team. Enter Chloe. She comes into my life at a low point, but she becomes the bright spot I reach for every day. She’s the kind of girl who makes a guy want to be a better man. And for a while, I even start to believe I’ve changed enough to deserve her. I’ve got my eye on the future, and I’m letting my past stay where it belongs.

I've been in love with her for two years. The first time around, I screwed things up. I hesitated, and the moment was gone. I passed when I shouldn't have.

A sexy, cocky Australian soccer star named Finn was the last person I expected to be living with for two weeks. He showed up at my brother’s house on his wedding night, hot, drunk, and very much not married. Next thing I knew, we were roommates, spending nights watching TV and getting to know one another. Those two weeks turned into more than either of us bargained for. He was fresh off a broken heart and I had a boyfriend. I wasn’t supposed to fall for the jilted jock, especially when I knew we’d be going our separate ways. All good things must come to an end, right?