It was naïve of me to think that morning in the arena would be the last time I saw Jace. At least until I ran into him at a team function or maybe saw him on television during the season. The look of utter determination on his handsome face should have clued me into the fact that he wouldn’t give me up so easily. When I went to bed that night, he was sitting outside my apartment building, leaning up against his SUV. Watching my bedroom window like a hawk.

Closing the curtains didn’t help matters.

Roses started showing up at my apartment the next morning.

Dozens upon dozens of...