The Playboy Who Forgot Me: An enemies to lovers second chance romance
Shelly Brason
Instead I’m living in his apartment, fighting temptation with every reckless smile.
He’s the rookie every headline warns me about—cocky, reckless, and completely off-limits.
I’ve treated enough broken athletes in the ER to know better, but Troy Hayes doesn’t make ignoring him easy.
One concussion later, he forgets our first clash…and I’m ordered to move in as his in-home nurse. Now it’s late-night arguments in his kitchen, his hand steadying me in the dark, his smirk unraveling my walls.
I catch glimpses of the man beneath the bad-boy mask.
The way he shields me from the paparazzi.
The way he remembers to ask if I’ve eaten after a twelve-hour shift.
The way he looks at me, like I’m not the nurse fixing him—like I’m the girl he’s been searching for.
And then the truth shatters me.
This isn’t our first time.
He knew me once. He forgot me once.
If he forgets me again, it won’t just break my heart—it will destroy me.

