ADRIAN SINCLAIR

The Boy Your Mother Would Love and Your Therapist Would Warn You About

24. Business major. Varsity quarterback. Third-generation Sinclair, which meant old money so old it had stopped needing to announce itself. His family put their name on luxury cars. He put his name on the Dean’s List and tried not to make that anyone’s business.

He didn’t drink. Didn’t lose control. Didn’t chase.

He also didn’t forget faces.

And in two months, when he walks into the same club he almost never goes to, and sees a girl at the bar who’s looking everywhere except at him —

He’s going to remember exactly who she is.

The problem is going to be that she doesn’t.

She doesn’t remember the guy she slept with last yet.

But she will.

And that — that right there — is where this story actually starts.....