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All I've ever wanted was to be a Prescott on my own accord.I'm done being "Caleb and Jonny's little brother."I'm over being "Noah Prescott's youngest son."I'm ready to be Porter Prescott-period.So tell me why-on the day I'm set to leave the state that made me-my future walked into the coffee shop I was hanging out at?Everything draws me to her.The way she holds herself.The way she so clearly doesn't give a shit.But also, the ghosts that haunt her eyes.I thought the fight to be Porter Prescott was hard.Nothing prepared me for the fight that was loving Asher Scott.
Be the star of a dating show? No thanks.But apparently, I can be persuaded by a pretty face.Agreeing to meet up with Sydney Meadows was supposed to be a means to an end. A way to give her the meeting her boss requested, but still say 'no' to her pitch.Look, I've never wanted the extras that come with an NHL career.Sponsorships, sure.Reality television? Hard no.Except-now that I've met the pixie redhead-I find myself agreeing...with one stipulation.She gets to be part of the show in whatever way that allows me to see her again.Twenty female "contestants" be damned.
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