Focus on the plan, not the man. She silently repeated the words her high-school volleyball coach would recite to her when she got too caught up with the opponent on the other side of the net.
Don’t be fooled by his good looks and charm. Wesley Adams is the enemy.
A frenemy, at the very least. She’d dealt with plenty of those in her career. Had even partnered up with a couple.
Bree closed her eyes and visualized herself facing off against Wes on the volleyball court. As long as she held onto that image, she’d be good. In control of her thoughts and emotions. Her body’s response.
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