The only rule for being a hockey star's nanny: Look but don't touch. But sharing a bedroom wall... Means I can hear everything he is doing. And sooner or later, he might make me crack.

I accidentally bid on a date with hockey star Rake Hanson, AKA Mr. Puck-Head, at a charity auction. Now I’m stuck with him. He’s the mascot for everything I resist in a guy–big, strong muscles, a perfectly chiseled jaw—and someone who'd rather workout than read a book. Not my kind of “prize.” While his grunts and one-word answers drive me up the wall, at least he’s nice to look at with those broad shoulders, strong glutes, and big… hands. Regardless, he’s a shameless grouch. If he ever smiles, his face will probably crack.

Aiden Slate. Pro hockey star. Captain of the Redville Saints. And the bane of my existence. All it takes is a little liquid courage to storm his castle. Or, in this case, a cushy five-star hotel suite. I'm supposed to give him a piece of my mind. To unleash a decade of pent-up anger. What I'm not supposed to do is sign an NDA meant for another woman. He thinks I'm here to relieve his stress. Well, he's in for a rude awakening.

I never planned on seeing Grayson Kilpatrick again, for a few reasons: 1. I didn't have a way to get in touch with him. 2. He'd been recruited to play football for Ohio. 3. He pretended he didn't know me when I tried to tell him I was pregnant. I have built my life around a new set of goals that I determined as soon as I had my son. My parents have helped out while I've been at school. I've had a plan...and now, I'm moving forward...until Grayson Kilpatrick makes a reappearance and upends all my plans. Again.

Easton Hayes has been my knight in shining hockey skates since he saved my life. This devastatingly handsome grump may be everyone's favorite goalie, but to me, he's my strength when demons haunt my dreams. And okay—so maybe he's also the only man I've ever loved. But he doesn't need to know that. We're friends. It works for us.