Clash by Camellia Tate

Tristan:
The competition was heating up, and insomnia was my own private nightmare — not a good match. Add in the constant travel and a different bed every other night and you’d have me, overtired and underperforming. Was it any wonder that I occasionally misplaced important equipment?
According to Neve, our unforgiving equipment manager, it was all my fault. She saw only what she wanted to see: a fortunate player standing in the way of her independence. It would have been fine, had I not come to depend on her…

Neve:
Being promoted right before the European Cup playoffs was a dream come true. Jumping from Berlin and Amsterdam gave me the taste of travel that I’d always wanted. Between matches, I could tour each new city to my heart’s content.
Tristan was the one sour note. He was the richest, most stuck-up player on the team and his old-fashioned ideas of chivalry drove me up the wall. Yet, as we travelled, I began to wonder if I was partly to blame for the tension that boiled between us.

Can they set aside their tempers to see each other as they really are?