Darcy Darcy Darcy. The name I should have wiped from my mind nearly two years ago. Her brother and my assistant captain has repeatedly warned she’s off-limits to a guy like me—a playboy bound to bed her one night and break her heart the next morning—an opinion shared by her stepdad who also happens to be my coach. I can see why they don’t want their goalie anywhere near her. My reputation with women isn’t exactly unblemished. Except they shouldn’t judge what they don’t understand and neither should my girl. Okay she’s not technically my girl yet but that’s just semantics as are the things I’ll do to make her mine. Each time she’s visited from the UK I’ve warred with the respect I have for my friendship with her brother versus pursuing a growing obsession for the honey-haired bombshell with blue eyes as big as the Ocean that separates us. That is until everything changes and there’s nothing keeping me at a safe distance. She’s