Chapter 11
NAOMI
Contrary to what my Cuban mother had tried to convince me of… I’d actually never wanted to fall in love.
In fact, I may be one of the few women I know who has hoped that she wouldn’t.
But life has a funny way of knocking you flat on your ass when you least expect it. And by life, I mean the “one hundred-ninety five pounds of baseball-bat swinging muscle” that slammed into me as I came around the corner, my eyes in search of Sawyer.
In his defense, Sevin actually hadn’t meant to hit me.
He’d only been trying to open the door out of one of the gym hallways he’d been exiting, and with one push, I fell flat on my Levi’s-covered ass and just happened to glance up into those familiar green eyes.
Even now, as he helps me up, those green eyes are smiling as he helps me to m
