One night. No names. What could go wrong?
I am done with hockey boys.
Well, at least done dating them. I can’t cut them out of my life completely.
Needing a fresh start after heartbreak, I moved halfway across the country.
A one-night stand seemed like the perfect palate cleanser before I began my new life.
That was, until I saw those striking green eyes staring back at me from the podium on my first day as a reporter for the Indy Speed hockey team.
I’ve done some stupid things, but unknowingly sleeping with Maddox freaking Sterling lands at the top of the list.
His status may have gone from captain to head coach, but the old adage remains the same: you can take the player out of the game but can’t take the game out of the player.
