Bella’s in a good place. She’s coping with a traumatic past and mostly thriving despite it, and she’s excited for her last season…but she’s ready to move on. She’s got the best boyfriend who has the sweetest daughter. Well, soon-to-be boyfriend. Kind of boyfriend? God, she didn’t know. What she did know was that she was sick of the hiding. When could he be hers for real?

Rosalie’s nervous a hairline fracture near her spine will bench her during her last season. In an attempt to convince the trainer she’s ready to play, he orders her to physical therapy. Reluctantly, she goes but not without a chip on her shoulder. No “wannabe athlete” is going to ruin her senior volleyball season. Then in walks her physical therapist. “Sweet Jesus, look at him.”