Ryder Why she hates me, I don\'t know. What I do know is that Willa Sutter is the kind of chaos I don\'t need in my tidy life. Wild hair, wilder eyes. Bee-stung lips that should be illegal. A temper that makes the devil seem friendly. And she\'s turned our Business Mathematics course into a gladiator arena... Willa Rather than give me the lecture notes I missed like every other professor, I have been told to get them from the silent, surly flannel-wearing mountain man sitting next to me in class. Well, I tried. And what did I get from Ryder Bergman? Ignored. As a female soccer player, I\'ve battled men before. But with Ryder, it\'s war. And victory is going to taste so, so sweet...