PRAISE FOR
Catching Lucas Riley
“With characters that immediately ‘catch’ your heart, Farnsworth crafts a charming love story with the perfect mix of humor, surprise, and ahhh.”
— JENNIFER MOORE
Author of Becoming Lady Lockwood
“Witty, creative, and unexpected, Catching Lucas Riley is a captivating read. Fans of romantic comedies and retellings will adore this book.
— RACHAEL RENEE ANDERSON
Author of Divinely Designed and Luck of the Draw
“So much fun! This lighthearted love story is full of funny scenes and sweet, romantic moments. And the ending was even better than I thought it would be. I highly recommend this thoroughly entertaining read!”
— HEIDI DOXEY
Author of Liam Darcy, I Loathe You
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For Pete and Carie Winder, the most incredible parents a girl could ever have. Everything I am I owe to your endless sacrifice and love. I love you!
Also for Kristin, Brett, A. J., and Emily—I take back everything I ever said. I will never be able to adequately describe how grateful I am to be stuck eternally with all of you.
Also by
Lauren Winder Farnsworth
Keeping Kate
“COME ON, GUYS! Hustle! Hustle!” Alex shouted, clapping her hands as she walked along the pool deck. Some of her Cache Valley High varsity swimmers shot her dirty looks as they pushed off from the wall, breathing desperately. She smiled to herself, knowing exactly how they felt. She had started swimming competitively at an early age and continued on through high school and college. Swimming was a difficult, demanding sport, but she loved it. Now, as a coach for the local high school team in Logan, Utah, Alex reveled in the opportunity to experience the fierce competition of the sport, with none of the physical pain.
“Come on, coach,” Mark Peters complained from lane three. “We’ve been doing these sprints for twenty minutes now!”
“For every second you complain, I add one more,” Alex warned, pointing threateningly at the set on the whiteboard.
“I’m going, I’m going,” Mark said quickly, pulling his goggles over his eyes.
Alex chuckled as she turned and began walking the opposite way down the Cache Valley Recreation Center pool. Suddenly she froze as her eyes fell upon a vision of absolute perfection. Through the glass wall surrounding the pool area, Alex saw him smoothly sliding his card through the swiper, laughing at something the girl behind the front desk was saying. He was beautiful. He was inspiring. And he was oh so unattainable.
His name was Lucas Riley. He was the elders quorum president in Alex’s LDS singles ward, so she’d had plenty of opportunities to ogle him. Tall and tanned, with adorable curly brown hair and light-green eyes, he looked like what a Greek god might aspire to. Though she doubted any of the gods could have actually succeeded.
Lucas was a wide receiver on the Utah State University football team. Recently the team had actually begun making a name for itself, and she liked to attribute all the progress to Lucas’s efforts. Granted, he had no idea who she was or even that they sat in the same chapel every Sunday, but she just knew that if she were provided with the right moment, everything would fall into place. They’d be married with three kids in no time.
She watched him walk past the window with a couple of workout buddies from the ward. They headed up the stairs toward the weight room, never noticing her spellbound eyes fixed on them. When the gorgeous man was no longer in sight, she imagined him approaching the bench press. Then, single-handedly lifting the two hundred-pound plates and tossing one on each side of the bar, he would flash his dazzling smile, wink cheekily, and—
“Hey, coach!”
Crap.
She turned quickly, shaking her head in the process.
“Are we done or what?” Mark called. The twenty or so swimmers stared at her with hopeful eyes as she strode toward them across the deck.
“Five hundred cool-down, all of you, and then you can go,” she conceded. Amidst the echoing cheers of her swimmers, she headed for her gym bag, the one that had “Eat My Wake! USU Swimming” stitched along the side. Yanking the strap over her shoulder and heading for the door, she considered staging a cool drive-by of the weight machines upstairs. But at the last minute, she veered left instead of right, moving toward the parking lot shimmering in the early August heat.
“Sunday,” she assured herself. “I’ll catch him on Sunday.”
Never mind that she’d been promising herself that she would “catch him on Sunday” for the past three months. He had to notice her sometime, right?
“I’m telling you, if I see these one more time, you’ll wonder where the rest of your pants went!”
Alex heard the war cry as she entered the apartment she shared with five other girls. She recognized the threat immediately as Kacey’s, and she grinned and rolled her eyes.
“But I like those pants!” Rachel insisted, and Alex heard Jaclyn snicker. She walked into the kitchen in time to see Rachel dive for the ragged army pants, nearly face-planting into the closed pantry door as Kacey pulled them away easily. She held them high above her head, which at five feet and ten inches from the ground, was far above Rachel’s reach.
“Might as well give up now, Rach,” Alex said as she headed for the fridge. “Kacey declared war on those pants a long time ago, and while I admire your spirit in attempting to hang on to them, you probably should have known better.”
“I don’t see why she gets to mandate what I wear,” Rachel grumped from the floor, running her fingers through her short brown hair.
“You should listen to her,” Jaclyn pointed out, looking up from her biology homework. “No one in this apartment has had the kind of success with guys that Kacey has. Besides, she’s only doing it for your own good. Admit it, Rach, the pants are hideous.”
“But they’re comfortable,” Rachel complained as she climbed to her feet. “And it’s not like I’m going to wear them on a date!”
“You’ll never GET a date if you wear them,” Kacey said, pointing at her. “Trust me, you’ll thank me someday.”
Rachel murmured something under her breath, just as the door opened to admit Sage and Meredith, who were coming from class.
The six girls in 26A were a mixed bunch. They ranged from five foot nothing to nearly six feet, had representation from every natural hair color, and included an education major, an engineering major, a theater major, an accounting major, and a pre-med. This was the girls’ second year as roommates. They had been placed together by chance the prior year, and when none of them had managed to snag a husband the year before, they decided to give it another go as a team. They were all progressively a year apart in age. Rachel, at nineteen, was the youngest, followed by Sage, then Jaclyn, then Meredith, then Kacey, and finally, Alex, coming in at age twenty-four. She was the mother hen of the brood, although there wasn’t much about her that resembled a mother. Or a hen.
Alex was tall, slim, and auburn-haired. Of the girls in her apartment, Alex was the only one with a completed degree. She had graduated two years earlier in dietetics and now worked at the local hospital in the maternity wing. Her jobs as swim coach and chronic advice-giver at the hospital had predisposed Alex to be outspoken and brutally honest. Her roommates bore bravely the burden that was Alex’s mou
th, but she had made herself more than one enemy outside the confines of the apartment over the years.
“Aha! The Return of the Army Pants. The saga lives on!” Sage crowed with her financial accounting textbook held high in the air as she viewed the scene before her. “I swear, this is the roommate sketch that will not die.”
“She keeps finding ways to get them past me,” Kacey muttered, stuffing the pants into a plastic grocery bag and knotting it tightly.
“Well, when you’re three feet tall and fifteen pounds, you can do that.” Meredith nodded, flipping her long, black hair behind her. She winked an exotic, almond-shaped eye at Rachel, who smiled faintly.
“So what’s for eating?” Sage asked, moving toward the refrigerator. “My cost accounting professor used a wedding cake bakery as an example today, and I’ve been starving ever since.”
“Speaking of weddings . . . ,” hinted Jaclyn, with a significant look on her attractive, blonde pixie-cut-framed face. “Any glimpses of ‘Mr. Untouchable’ today, Alex?”
“Always,” Alex sighed. “And I always manage to make a complete fool of myself when I see him. Seriously, I stop just short of drooling.”
“Well, why stop there?” said Meredith, smiling. “After all, the man is a vision.”
“And yet completely blind,” Kacey commented bluntly. “After all, you’d have to be to not notice someone the size of Alex mooning over you.”
“Excuse me?” Alex sputtered, spraying a mouthful of water over the countertop. “Someone the size of me? What am I, a red-haired hippo?!”
“Oh, calm down, I was simply referencing your height, you drama queen,” Kacey said, waving a hand at Alex. “After all, at nearly six feet, with your hair and everything, it’s not like you’re not eye-catching.”
“Yes, well, Lucas manages to miss me every time.”
“Come on, Al,” Meredith soothed. “There are plenty of fish in the sea. Why not just find another one? One who is as mesmerized with you as you are with him?”
“I want that fish,” Alex said, with a hint of superiority in her tone. “He’s a great catch. And I’m not such a bad fish myself. We could make beautiful, fishy music together.”
Jaclyn snorted into her biology book but didn’t look up.
“Fish sounds good . . . ,” Sage commented as she rummaged through the fridge. “Do we have any of that salmon left?”
“This is painful,” Meredith whispered to Alex as they sat in sacrament meeting the following Sunday. “Sometimes I think that skipping fast Sunday testimony meeting would be an effective plan for lowering my blood pressure. I should suggest it to my doctor as formal treatment plan.”
Alex snorted. “Right. High blood pressure, you? I don’t believe it.”
“Well, it wouldn’t be high if I didn’t come to this meeting every month. I mean, I spend the entire hour cringing in sympathy or borrowed embarrassment.”
“You’re too kind,” Alex said, smirking. “You should just learn to mock like the rest of us.”
“Rude,” Meredith whispered back.
“Shhhh!” Rachel glared with severity as she hissed down the bench at them. “The bishop is watching you!”
Alex glanced up at the stand, noticing Bishop King frowning at her. Whoops. She folded her hands in her lap and looked around, trying to ignore the crying brunette at the microphone. Meredith was right; this really was painful.
It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate testimony meeting for what its purpose was supposed to be, but the problem was that too many singles ward testimonies turned into storytelling sessions or academy award speeches. This one was worse than most.
Alex allowed her eyes to wander around the chapel, searching for the curly head she thought she’d seen slip in just after the opening prayer. Finally, she found it, two rows up and to the left. Alex was thrilled to see that Lucas was not sitting with any girls today. In fact, he had sat next to Calvin Jones, a special needs young man who often sat alone. Alex felt her heart constrict. How could anyone not fall for Lucas Riley?
It took her several minutes to realize she was staring, very obviously and shamelessly, with a soppy look on her face. Looking around quickly to see if anyone had noticed, she glanced quickly up at the stand. Her eyes met the piercing blue gaze of Sealey Witchburn, the ward executive secretary. Meeting the eyes of the ward executive secretary was never a good idea, unless you were dying to be next Sunday’s sacrament meeting fodder, but in Sealey’s case, it was suicide.
Sealey was tall, blond, and extremely good looking, but no one ever noticed that part once they actually met him. The guy was the epitome of intimidating. He saw everything—noticed everything. He had his well-shaped finger placed directly on the pulse of the ward, and he was not afraid to use his mysteriously acquired knowledge for his own sadistic purposes.
Alex looked away quickly, afraid he would divine from her gaze all her deepest, darkest thoughts and wishes with regard to Lucas Riley. Few people knew Lucas as well as Sealey did—they were best friends and roommates, attended all the same ward council meetings, and even worked for the same company. She couldn’t afford Sealey letting Lucas in on her secret. But she felt her heart sinking.
She knew she had been careless, staring so fixedly at her heart’s desire—Sealey’s knowing smirk had been enough to convince her of that. She should have been more aware of who was watching her. There was not a chance in the world that Sealey didn’t now suspect how she felt about Lucas. What would stop him from revealing the secret? What would he demand of her as his price for keeping quiet? She shivered from the sixth row of the chapel, knowing that in order to preemptively save her dreams of one day catching Lucas Riley’s eye, she would have to confront Sealey Witchburn.
“All right, what do you want?” Alex asked straightforwardly to Sealey’s back after the meeting had ended.
“Why, Sister Foamer,” Sealey said in his silky smooth voice as he turned to face her. “What an honor to be willingly approached by such . . . ah, grace.” He eyed her thunderous expression with amusement. “And how are we this fine Sunday?”
“Stop messing with me, Witchburn,” Alex retorted. “Just tell me what you want.”
“Whatever do you mean?” He looked at her, wide-eyed and innocent, but his mouth curved into a wolfish smile.
“I mean it. I’m not in the mood. I don’t want this splashed all over the ward, so either tell me what I have to do, or just swear right now to keep your mouth shut.”
“Well, it’s not like you’re working all that hard to hide it,” he pointed out, dropping his façade. “I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone knew already.”
“I’ll take my chances,” Alex said, sneering.
“Why are you so afraid of getting it out there, anyway?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “He might actually stare back at you if he knew you liked him.”
“I want to do it my way,” she insisted. “I don’t want to get all high school about this.”
“Well, then,” Sealey said, his manner suddenly almost businesslike. “In that case, I can help you.”
“You can—what?” Alex said, thrown off by his change in tone.
“If you’re wanting to be adult about your advance, then let me help you. Where are you going to find someone who knows him better than I do?”
He’s got a point, Alex thought, but she stared distrustfully up at Sealey. “Why would you volunteer to help me? What’s in it for you?”
“Just happy to see another young couple in the ward blissfully wed,” Sealey responded angelically.
“Yeah, right.” Alex rolled her eyes. “What is it really? Why are you willing to help me get Lucas’s attention?”
“That’s my business,” Sealey said straightforwardly. “Just be grateful I’m in this giving mood today. Normally I might just have thrown you to the wolves. Otherwise known as apartment 34B.”
Alex shuddered, thinking of the apartment of six girls who lived in her complex. They functioned as the ward information su
perhighway. Whether the information was verifiable or not was entirely another matter, and one they didn’t concern themselves with.
“So let me get this straight,” Alex said, narrowing her eyes up at Sealey. “You are going to help me get into Lucas’s line of sight, and I don’t have to do anything or say anything or give you anything in return?” Her tone plainly showcased her disbelief.
“I didn’t say that,” Sealey said. Alex grimaced and nodded her expectance of such a response. “As payment for my services, you have to do everything I say within the confines of our mission. I require your absolute and total trust. You tend to be a bit of an argumentative snot, Foamer, and to argue is to waste time and energy.”
Alex opened her mouth to retort, but Sealey held up a hand. “Trust me, if you want Lucas to notice you, you need my help. You’re better off just agreeing to my terms.”
Alex closed her mouth, deflating. He was right. She knew that without his assistance, Lucas would be married to a perky little cheerleader before she had the chance to distract him.
“All right,” Alex agreed, hesitantly. “But so help me, Witchburn, if you humiliate me or make me do something undignified, simply for your own enjoyment, I will make you very sorry.”
“Well, you’ll try, anyway,” Sealey replied, supremely unconcerned. He turned and began walking toward the bishop’s office. “Meet me in the gym after the mingle,” he instructed over his shoulder. “Bring your game face, Foamer. We’re heading into battle.”
Alex watched him go, her stomach clenching queasily. What had she gotten herself into?
“WHAT HAVE YOU gotten yourself into?” Meredith cried, her hands to her face. It was ten minutes later, and Alex sat in Sunday School with her roommates, waiting for class to start. “What were you thinking, going to Sealey Witchburn for help?”
“I didn’t go to Sealey Witchburn for help!” defended Alex. “I went to Sealey Witchburn to prevent the entire ward learning my secret, and he offered to help. I accepted. There’s a difference.”
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