The Playboy Bachelor (The Bachelors of Arizona #2)

By: Rachel van Dyken

Acknowledgments




I’m so thankful that I’m able to do something I love!

God is so good and I’m in constant thanks every day that I get to wake up and write—something that literally keeps me up at night because I’m so excited to do it!

My family, Nate, Thor—you guys are the best boys I could ask for. Nate, thank you for taking Thor when I need writing time and for helping me basically write every single book—and for letting me cry when I’m frustrated over a character NOT listening to me. You’re my sanity, my partner and such an amazing friend. I’m so happy that our son has you as an example!

My editor, Amy—I feel like these books have really pushed me; thank you for not letting me settle and for making me a better writer!

Erica—the best agent ever! I always look forward to our talks and I know these last few years have been nonstop. Thank you for always having my back and being such a wonderful friend. I know that my books are in the best hands—and I’m so thankful to have you in my life!

Lauren Layne, aka wife, don’t you EVER lose your phone. I think we text more than anyone else I know—but it’s always completely necessary for my sanity—thanks to bae for letting me borrow her, and next time I’m in New York I expect whiskey.

To Jill, my amazing PA/friend/sister/publicist/brain—you do all the things and I’d probably be lost rocking in a corner without you!

Rockstars of Romance—thanks again for another incredible tour and blitz, you guys are always so on top of things. Lisa, you are so fun to work with and I’m so grateful for you!

Liza, Kristin, Jessica, thank you for reading all of the words and not hating them, even when I text you early in the morning and go, Have you read the chapter yet? Does it suck?

Angie, Dannae, Heather, mi familia ;) Love you girls so hard!

And all the Rockin’ Readers. Guys, seriously, we have the best group on Facebook. It’s like family and I love you guys so much! Thank you for always encouraging me and helping me with my projects!

Finally to all the readers, bloggers, and the amazing people who allow me to do what I love. Thank you for reading. You have no idea how much I appreciate your loyalty!

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Prologue

Phoenix, Arizona

Summer 2006



Margot tried not to stare at him.

Then again, so did every other girl at the country club.

With a smug smile, she sat back into her deck chair while a loud splash sounded to her right. At least twenty people were at the barbecue, laughing, eating, swimming.

And then there was Margot.

Reading.

She peeked over the edge of her book one more time.

At least she promised herself it would only be one more time.

Her best friend loved the attention.

She hated it.

Maybe that was why they worked?

She read, and Bentley basically charmed the world with his smile and that small dimple near the right side of his mouth.

Her stomach fluttered.

She really needed to stop thinking about his smile, because that almost always meant she’d start thinking about his perfect lean physique and perfect hair.

Everyone was under his spell—herself included, which just made it that much worse.

They were friends.

Best friends.

Nothing more.

“Are you even reading that?” Brant said as he plopped down next to her. Bentley’s twin was equally attractive, but for some reason it was always easier for her to talk to him. Maybe because he never made her feel like there could be something more.

His stares never lingered like Bentley’s.

Ugh. Maybe she’d been reading into things too much lately.

“I’m totally reading.” She swallowed the lie and stole another glance at Bentley.

His deep laughter rang out and then his searching eyes found hers, locked on to her with an intensity that had her heart pounding and her stomach in her throat.

“You should tell him,” Brant said under his breath, as Bentley made his way over to them.

She feigned ignorance. “Tell him what?”

“That you’re in love with him.”

“I’m not.”

“Are too.”

“Brant—”

“—Good luck!” He winked, gave her a playful pat on the head, and sauntered off in the direction of his brother. They did a weird head-nod thing, which looked way cooler than it should have, before Bentley finally stopped in front of her.

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