If Taylor thought back on the last twenty-eight years, she could probably come up with at least a dozen awkward situations she’d gotten herself into. There was that time she was caught sneaking underwear out of the boys’ changing room at school—a dare she’d made with her friend Keva. And then there was the time she showed up to her very first job interview on the wrong day. Soooo awkward.

And, goodness, she couldn’t think about her disastrous one and only one-night stand without wincing. Not only had the sex been boring AF, but she’d also woken up the next morning to find the guy’s grandmother standing over the bed with Taylor’s bra hanging from her fingers, opining on the kind of loose women who wore brassieres with a front clasp.

Taylor could only assume that the years had lessened the sting, because none of those previous awkward moments felt as cringe-worthy as what she now experienced nestled in the passenger seat of Jamar’s SUV.

What in the world had she been thinking?

Broadcasting to a reporter, of all people, that she and Jamar Dixon were dating was the most idiotic move she’d made in months. And she’d made her share of super idiotic moves lately.

How could she possibly use Jamar as a legitimate spokesperson for Taylor’d Conditioning now? If word got out that they were dating, people would just assume he was endorsing her simply because she was his girlfriend.

Taylor clenched her fists tight enough to score the fleshy part of her palm. Even when opportunities were handed to her on a silver platter, she had to go and upend the damn thing.

Jamar cleared his throat.

“Umm, Taylor?” he said. They were the first words spoken since they’d left the University of Texas field house twenty minutes ago. “We should probably talk about what happened back there.”

“Not yet.” She shook her head. “I’m still trying to figure it all out. That Alec guy didn’t come across as the type of person who would run and tell his friends about Vin Diesel’s new girlfriend,” she said. “Besides, he writes about sports, not celebrity gossip.”

“It’s just Diesel, not Vin Diesel. And Mooney’s a reporter. When it comes to these guys, any news is worth sharing, especially on a slow news day.”

Shit. This definitely topped her Biggest Fuckups of All Time list. Who knows where this gig would have taken her? She could have become the new fitness guru of the NFL, but instead she’d relegated herself to being Jamar Dixon’s arm candy.

Nice job, genius.

Taylor refused to believe all was lost. She could not give up on this without at least trying to come up with a plan to fix it.

“I’m going to figure out a way to spin this,” she said. “I just need some time.”