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Total pages in book: 99
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Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)

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The leading scorer on the Reapers has the unspeakable yips…and it’s me. The second my NHL legend of a father appears, I can’t shoot to save my life. And my mistakes might cost my team our playoff spot. No pre-game superstition can fix it—I’m broken. Adding to the pressure, my little sister’s best friend just became my roommate for the next five months. Evangeline Walsh. The curvy photographer with a heart of gold. She’s in my kitchen, baking treats as scrumptious as her body. She’s in my living room, torturing me with pajama bottoms that beg to be peeled off. And when we cross that line, we discover she’s also my cure. She’s my newest pre-game ritual, but it’s so much more than that. I can’t keep my hands off her, and each time leaves me craving more. But my life plays out in front of the camera, and Evie wants to stay behind the lens. When my past comes back to bite us, I’ll have to risk everything to show her she’s not just a lucky charm — She’s my endgame.
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MAXIM

“What’s up, Mila?” I asked, holding the cell phone between my cheek and shoulder as I finished tying my skates. There were very few people I’d take a call from in the locker room, especially since the service was shit in here, but the only soft spot I had in my entire soul belonged to my little sister, Mila. And fine, that spot extended to her best friend, Evie, but only because the blonde was as loyal as they came to my sister.

Loyalty was something I respected above all else.

“I might need a teensy favor.”

“Teensy, huh?” I huffed a sarcastic laugh. Whatever she needed wouldn’t be small. Mila didn’t do small.

“Itty bitty,” she said, her tone so sweet that my brows rose in suspicion.

“Right. Spit it out.”

“Just promise me you’ll say yes.” If she was hesitating, it had to be big, considering she knew there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.

“You want me to say yes before I even know what you’re asking?” I finished tying my skates and sat up, watching my teammates head out of the locker room.

Jansen Sterling stopped on his way out, his helmet perched under his arm, a look of concern on his face. I put my finger up in the universal gesture of hold on, and he nodded, holding the door as more of our teammates headed toward the ice.

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m asking,” Mila said with zero hesitation. Confidence definitely wasn’t a characteristic she lacked. “And you’re going to say yes.”

“Fine. Favor granted.” The corners of my mouth tugged upward and I shook my head.

“Sweet! Thank you! I’ll see you at home!”

“Wait!” My eyes flew wide. “What do you mean home?” But she’d already hung up. Mila and I didn’t live together. She had an apartment in downtown Charleston, close to her graduate school, and I had a house in the subdivision we jokingly called Reaper Village, where most of our team lived. So what the hell did she mean by see you at home?

“Everything okay?” Jansen asked as I tossed my phone into my locker.

“Mila needs a favor,” I explained, grabbing two of my sticks from the rack.

“Anything I can do to help?” he asked.

I paused just before the door and stared at him, taking in the familiar shape of his build, the set of his eyes, the harsh line of a chin I knew all too well…because it was mine, too, a gift from the man who had given his genetics to both of us, but “fathered” only one. If you could call being raised by Sergei Zolotov fathering.

Sterling stared back at me.

Ah, there it was, the awkwardness that still reared its head between us every now and then, even after being on the same team for the last two years.

Two years ago I would have ignored his question. Hell, I would have told him to go fuck himself and then reminded him that Mila was my sister, and not his. Two years ago I fucking hated him. Fine, two years ago I was an even bigger asshole than I was now.

We were a work in progress.

“No,” I answered him, shaking my head as I walked through the door, slapping him on his shoulder. “But I’ll let you know if it’s something I can’t handle.” I wouldn’t, of course, but it was the thought that counted, right?

We headed out to the ice and proceeded to get our asses smoked by Coach McPherson. It didn’t matter that it was New Year’s Day, or that the rookies were noticeably hungover—McKittrick had been up-chucking in the bathroom right before we dressed—we were the team to beat this year, and Coach was doing his best to make sure it stayed that way.

The losses had come all season, but the wins were far outpacing them, and it was evident in the amount of fans currently in the stands, watching us practice.

No one was ready to jinx it, to even allude that we were headed anywhere that resembled a shiny, silver…chalice, but there was a feeling in the air, a palpable excitement that none of us could deny, even when sweat dripped from every inch of skin on our bodies and every muscle screamed in protest like they did now.

Coach blew the whistle and we all stopped, our chests heaving with exertion as we turned toward where he stood at center ice.

“Good job,” Coach finally said. “Hit the showers.”

“Thank God,” McKittrick muttered as his shoulders dipped. “I need to go die now.”

“That’s what you get for drinking like it’s the off-season,” Sterling replied as he skated by.

“He’s not wrong,” I added with a shrug before skating off toward the bench. I stepped onto the mat and headed through the tunnel toward the locker room.

I’d been a little slower than usual today, but I chalked that up to only getting six hours of sleep last night. Maybe I hadn’t been throwing back shots with the rookies, but I’d definitely stayed out celebrating later than I should have.

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Total pages in book: 76
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They call me Demon for a reason—I’m the most ruthless Reaper on the ice. I’m not the person who finds a baby on their doorstep. Except, after a morning run, I am. And the note accompanying the little bundle says she’s mine. I was nothing but a burden on my aunt and uncle after my parents died, and I’d decided I’d never have children. But it seems fate has other ideas, and now I’ve got a three-month-old daughter…and zero clue how to take care of her. Insert my new nanny—Fiona Andrews, the gorgeous, stubborn, and more than qualified woman who is saving my ass. She moves in, and suddenly my upside-down world feels more balanced than ever before. She’s magic with my daughter, patient with me, and has a mouth that drives me wild. There are lines we can’t cross, shouldn’t cross…and yet keep crossing. I’m falling fast, but it’s not just my heart that’s at risk anymore, and if we eliminate those professional boundaries? I could lose them both.
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Brogan

“I’m telling you, this is our year,” Sterling said as we jogged on the trails behind the housing development we called Reaper Village. All but a few of the Carolina Reapers, our NHL team, lived in the subdivision, including me.

“Stop saying shit like that,” Maxim snapped, shaking his head as we started up the last hill of the trail. “You’ll jinx us.”

“I don’t believe in that jinxing shit,” Sterling argued. “Luck is only what you make of it.”

Sometimes it was hard to believe the two were brothers. They’d been raised by different mothers in different households, but though their asshole dad, NHL legend Sergei Zoltov, who had basically hidden Sterling away like a dirty little secret, had played a front-and-center role in Maxim’s childhood. Most days I thought Sterling was probably better off.

Then again, what the hell did I know? My parents had died when I was six, and I’d been raised by my aunt and uncle who didn’t exactly have much time for another mouth with the eight kids they already had. I’d had my fill of kids growing up and had zero desire to ever bring one into my life on a permanent basis, which was good considering I’d probably make a shit parent.

“I’m just saying that we’re looking good,” Sterling continued as we crested the hill, our shoes crunching on the red gravel of the trail as we kept a good pace. “We signed some good rookies—”

“Which was the only benefit of losing during playoffs last year,” Maxim interrupted.

“And from what I’ve seen, we’re all still in pretty damn good shape,” Sterling continued.

“If London keeps feeding you cookies, you’re going to be in a round shape,” Maxim quipped, a smirk tilting his lips.

“Fuck off,” Sterling shoved his brother in the shoulder, sending Maxim into the tall grass for a few strides. “What do you think, Brogan? Do we have a shot at the cup this year?”

I shook my head at both of them, my breathing even and steady, whereas Sterling’s was starting to strain a little. The guy wasn’t out of shape—we’d just finished seven miles—but Maxim and I were both still going steady as ever. That’s what happens when you get married and your priorities change.

Fuck that noise. My only priority was my career and taking my team as far as we could get this year. Everything else was taking a sideline.

“Come on, I know you have an opinion,” Sterling urged.

“My opinion is that you two should shut the hell up and let us finish this run.” I threw them a wicked grin and kicked on my afterburners, tearing up the trail as I raced toward the open, wooden fencing that marked the start of the neighborhood.

“Fucker’s fast,” Sterling muttered.

“Just faster than you!” Maxim called back, hot on my heels.

Sweat poured off my body as I beat them to the opening in the fence, courtesy of our run and the August humidity South Carolina was known for. It was supposed to get up to one hundred and four today, and it was already in the eighties at seven a.m..

“You. Two. Fucking. Suck,” Sterling wheezed as he met us, leaning over and bracing his hands on his knees as he gulped in air.

“It’s the cookies,” Maxim said with a laugh as we started walking again, taking the trail that ended just before the start of the cul-de-sac.

A smile tugged at my lips as we walked down the sidewalk, cooling down.

The neighborhood was a mix of styles, from modern farmhouse to minimalist, each house somehow exactly fitting the personality of the player who lived inside. The rules of the community were simple. You didn’t have to live here as a Reaper, but you couldn’t live here unless you were one. Asher Silas, the tech billionaire who started the franchise, had built it for the express purpose of making our team feel like a family, and in that he’d succeeded.

We were loyal at best and dysfunctional at worst, but we were a family.

A red sedan sped down the street, blowing by us way faster than the twenty-five-mile-per-hour speed limit in the neighborhood.

“Slow down!” Sterling shouted at the taillights. “Kids live here!” The car zipped around the curve in the road, obviously not hearing Sterling, or not caring.

“Asshole,” I muttered.

“Fuck,” Maxim swore, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the bottom of his shirt. “Good thing school’s not in session or some of the kids would have been on the sidewalks.”

We didn’t have a ton of kids on the Reapers, but there were more than a few in the neighborhood.

“And this is where I leave you,” Sterling said with a wave, heading down the street toward his house.

“For the good of the team, lay off the fucking cookies!” Maxim shouted after him.

Sterling flipped him the middle finger in return.

“Give your brother a break. He’s in great shape,” I said as we approached the section of the street that belonged to us. Maxim lived next door to Sterling—which had caused hellish conflict our first year here, but I lived across the street from Maxim, just where the cul-de-sac opened up.

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She’s the girl next door, and for the next two weeks I’ll be her NHL star boyfriend. When Ryleigh Dunham needs a date for my sister’s wedding—one confident and sexy enough to make her ex jealous—I’m more than happy to sign up for the job. After all, Ryleigh isn’t the feisty teenager I used to know—now she’s all fiery passion, delectable curves, and a smart mouth I can’t get enough of. Only problem is, I can’t stop the electricity crackling between us every time we’re “faking it.” And the longer we play the game, the harder I’m falling. Ryleigh feels it too, but she’s stuck in a past that refuses to let her go. Now I’m playing for her future, and if we can’t see beyond our stubbornness, we may lose our shot at one hell of a happily ever after.
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Caspian

“You don’t have to do that,” I said for the fourteen-thousandth time since I walked into the house last night.

“Caspian Foster, you are my one and only son, so if I decide to make you a sandwich or three, having to has nothing to do with it. We both know I do as I damn-well please,” Mom quipped back over her shoulder, giving me the kind of raised eyebrow that would have sent London and I running for the fields when we were kids.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, leaning back against the counter of the kitchen I’d grown up in.

“You can at least make yourself useful and get us something to drink,” she muttered, but there was a smile on her face.

She’d been smiling since I’d come through the door, and it only served to remind me that I needed to visit more often. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my parents—I did. Life just had a way of getting busier every year, even during the offseason.

Hell, the only reason I was home for the grand total of ten days was London’s wedding next week. My baby sister was marrying one of my teammates, and in true London-style, she’d forsaken the glitz and glamor of the million-dollar wedding Sterling had offered her and chosen to swear her undying love in the same little chapel our parents had, right here in Cherry Creek, Iowa.

“Apple juice?” I asked, getting several glasses out of the cupboard.

“You know it.” She kept at the sandwiches, but her attention jumped to the clock as I poured us a few glasses of juice. London and Sterling were in town doing something that had to do with the cake, so it was just Mom, Dad, and me for lunch.

“Are you sure he doesn’t need help out there?” I asked, looking into the fields where Dad had disappeared a couple of hours ago.

“We both know he’s just out there killing time.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s called a hobby farm for a reason, Caspian. I go to bridge club with the ladies, he pretends he knows his way around a combine on the weekends. We all have our little diversions.”

By bridge club, she meant margarita night, but I didn’t say a word.

Dad was a CPA and the only accountant in town, and Mom had been running his office for just as long as she’d been running our house—forty years.

“Time to ring the lunch bell,” she muttered, taking out her cell phone and hitting the green button. Mom and Dad had refused to let me buy them a new house, or even pay this one off, but they had let me put in a cell signal booster when I signed with my first NHL team. It was the least I could do to repay them for the early morning practices and late-night games over an hour away in Des Moines. “Get in here and eat. You’re just getting in the way out there.”

She hung up without another word.

I’d also hired a few farmhands for Dad, who was certain that his improved crops of soybeans had everything to do with his talent to grow shit. It didn’t. But I didn’t tell him that, either.

My parents had something I had rarely seen and always marveled at—happiness.

Dad came in from the field and hung his baseball cap on the hook near the kitchen door. “It’s a hot one out there. Sent the men home about an hour ago. Hey, it’s about time you were up,” he teased me as he washed his hands.

A hundred degrees in Iowa wasn’t the same as Charleston. The heat was suffocating here without the ocean breeze.

“I went for a run at five a.m. You were still sleeping,” I joked, helping Mom carry the sandwiches to the table where I’d already put the apple juice.

I fucking loved this table. It was dinged up and scarred, burned in places from the numerous school projects London and I had made on its uneven surface, but it was home, and far more precious than anything my interior designer had moved into my Charleston house.

“Yeah, yeah.” He grinned, and I got a glimpse of what I’d look like in another thirty years. We had the same thick hair and square jaw, same smile and laugh. I just happened to have a few more tattoos.

Fine, a lot more tattoos.

We took our seats and started our lunch. Mom grew quieter by the second, glancing up at the clock every minute or so.

“What has you stressed out?” I asked her, devouring the last of my potato salad. I never ate like this during the season, but Mom’s potato salad was magical, and I sure as fuck wasn’t missing out. I’d just have to run a little farther tomorrow to make sure I didn’t take an extra ten pounds back to Charleston.

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Four years ago, one mistake—one woman—cost me my NHL team. I’ve worked every day since to ensure I’m irreplaceable to the Carolina Reapers. I’m faster, stronger, and sure as hell smarter. With a new million-dollar endorsement deal, I’m at the top of my game— Until I realize the very woman who got me traded is now the CEO who just signed my deal—under the guise of making amends. Brilliant, gorgeous, infuriating Bristol McClaren now owns my ass for the next six months. I might despise her for what happened between us, but I’m legally locked in. Worse? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that smart mouth since that night. She screams sex and power and everything I know better than to touch. But logic doesn’t matter when our chemistry incinerates every good intention. We’re either at each other’s throats or desperate to rip each other’s clothes off. This can’t work. She’s high class New York, and I’m married to the ice in Charleston. That doesn’t stop me from wanting. When it comes to this woman, I might just forget the past and give her free rein to burn my future. Because one without her in it just isn’t an option.
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Cormac

New Year’s Eve had never been my thing, but I was willing to make an exception this time. After all, any year that started out hanging with my teammates had my vote, even if we had to put on the monkey suits and smile pretty for the camera at a charity gala.

I’d always had a soft spot for kids’ charities, and even if the shoes were fucking killing my feet, nothing was bringing me down tonight—not when I’d signed a two-million-dollar endorsement deal yesterday that helped fund the check I’d just dropped off with London, the coordinator who was running tonight’s events.

I made my way through the packed ballroom, spotting an empty table toward the edge of the dance floor. I staked my claim and ordered a ginger ale from a waitress passing by. Not that I was against drinking. I wasn’t. I just didn’t drink in situations where the alcohol could fuck with my judgment, and by the number of gorgeous women here tonight, there was plenty of judgment capable of being fucked with.

Ginger ale it was.

I’d spotted most of my teammates by now and made my rounds taking pictures with donors and fans, so I felt zero guilt about anchoring my ass to the table. You could only smile so many times before it was obviously fake.

Where the hell was Sterling? That guy was right up there with Caspian when it came to his ability to charm the money out of patrons.

“Looking lonely, Briggs,” Langley said, leaning up against the table beside me. The brunette was dressed to kill in a green evening gown, but that was all I noticed as I turned my attention back to the dance floor. She was married to my captain, Axel, and I made it a rule to keep my eyes to myself when it came to wives—or girlfriends, for that matter.

Or sisters.

“Lonely or peaceful?” I joked after thanking the waitress for my ginger ale and asking her to keep them coming. If I had one addiction in this life—besides the sweet taste of pussy—it was sugar. “Because I see some of the drama floating around the locker room, and I’m just fine where I’m at.”

“Noted.” Langley chuckled. As the head of the public relations team for the Reapers, she was more than aware of the drama brewing on the bench. “Wait…” She leaned forward, narrowing her eyes as she looked across the floor. “What the hell are those idiots doing?”

I followed her line of sight to where two of our rookies were currently stripping down to the band’s rendition of I’m Too Sexy. Somehow, I managed not to spit my ginger ale all over the table, but damn, the carbonation burned my nose. McKittrick was swinging his jacket around his head, and Greene had a blonde reaching for the buttons on his shirt. “See what happens when we aren’t lonely?”

“One night,” Langley muttered. “I only ask for one damned night.” She gathered up the skirts of her dress and maneuvered around the table.

“Do you need any help?” I offered.

She shot me a look that answered my question loud and clear, then stormed her way across the dance floor, leading the two rookies off like the immature toddlers they were.

“There you are!” I rolled my glass between my palms as Sterling took Langley’s place.

“Did I miss anything exciting?” He rolled his neck like his tux was personally trying to strangle him and searched the dance floor like it was a live-action Where’s Waldo. He was looking for London, not that I was going to call him on it. If he wanted to talk about the massive fuck-up of falling for the Reaper’s game day coordinator—who also happened to be our teammate’s little sister—I’d be happy to listen, but I wasn’t going to force some cringeworthy conversation on the guy, especially since it looked like his brother had been after the same girl.

That whole situation was awkward as fuck.

“If you count Langley hauling off the rookies by their ears after they got trashed out of their minds, then maybe.” I laughed and thanked the waitress who’d brought another ginger ale with a smile.

Sterling glanced between the glass I held between my palms and the fresh one on the table.

“It’s ginger ale,” I said, nudging it toward him.

“I figured. Thanks.” He nodded and continued his crowd search, sipping on the soda. The guy was a bundle of nerves. His posture was rigid, his neck strained, and the lines between his eyebrows were deeper than Coach’s during an overtime period.

“It keeps women from offering to buy me a drink.” I shrugged. At a gala like this, there was no telling if the flirting women were actually single and available or committed and just didn’t care. I cared.

“Good point,” Sterling muttered, sighing as the band switched it up, playing something from the big band era. Finally, his shoulders relaxed a few inches, as though he’d given up looking for her. “Hey, I heard you signed a new endorsement yesterday.”

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It’s my first day back with the Carolina Reapers and the elevator just stopped. At least I’m in here with the girl of my dreams. London Foster is smart, sexy, and everything I’ve ever wanted— Until the elevator doors finally open and she runs right into my biological brother’s arms. Maxim is everything I hate—the chosen son who wasn’t a dirty little secret. I grew up with a hardworking single mom. He had a perfect family with our NHL legend father. Not only is his arm around London, he’s just been signed to the Reapers. He might have history with London, But I’m ready to fight for her future. Our chemistry can’t be matched—she walks into the room and we’re on fire. And the way she sighs my name? Perfection. But she’s our new game day coordinator, and to keep her position, we have to keep ours under wraps. And with my brother fighting for her at every turn? The secrets between us could be enough to send us all up in flames.
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Sterling

"Good to have you back, Sterling," Paul, one of the jacked security guards at the player entrance to Reaper Arena said as I made my way to the door. It had been a long year, but I was finally home.

"It's good to be back," I replied. "How are the kids?"

"Are you talking about my middle schoolers? Or that group of juvenile pranksters you like to call teammates?" He cocked his head to the side.

"That's them," I said, flashing a grin. With a wave, I disappeared into the arena.

God, I'd missed this place. Not that Bangor hadn't been awesome, but I was a Reaper through and through.

Before that expansion draft, I'd taken it for granted—being a part of a team I loved. Never again. I might not be able to control my future in its entirety, but as of last night, I had a five-year contract to play where I belonged, right here in Charleston, South Carolina.

"So the prodigal son returns," came a voice I knew all too well. Canon, one of the best forwards on the team, pushed off the wall across from the entrance to the locker room.

"I'm not sure I'd say prodigal," I responded with a shrug. "But I'm back."

An uncharacteristic smile broke across the guy's face, and he grabbed me into a quick hug with a less than subtle back slap before quickly releasing me.

I guess marriage could soften even the hardest of hard asses.

"Hey," a guy called out as he stuck his head through the locker room door. "Why the hell didn't I get a hug when I signed?"

The kid couldn't have been older than twenty-two, maybe twenty-three. He still had that slick shine that came standard with most rookie contracts and an undeserved ego.

"Because I don't fucking like you, Olson," Cannon snapped, folding his arms across his chest.

"For the last time, it's Thornton," the kid fired back.

"Still don't give a fuck.” Cannon lifted his eyebrows.

A bigger player pushed Thornton out of the way, his familiar face lighting up as he saw me. "I thought I heard your voice out here!" Briggs pulled me into a hug, half-dressed for the ice. If we weren't careful, the atmosphere would slip into mushy territory. Not that I gave a shit. My heart was full, and my feet were so light I couldn't imagine anything bringing me down today—I was home.

“Signed last night,” I said after the back slaps. “How many Reapers are here?” Gathering before preseason for a few pickup games was one of the things I’d missed in Maine. Hell, I’d missed all my friends here, including Briggs, and I hadn’t even known him as well as the others before I’d been caught up in the expansion draft.

“Enough to have some fun this afternoon,” he answered. “Where’s your gear?”

“In the car.” I motioned behind me. “I have to sign one last thing with Silas, and then I’ll grab it.” There was a part of me that expected this deal to fall through at any moment. “What were you doing out here in the hall, anyway?” I asked Cannon. “Waiting for my smiling face?”

He snorted. “Hardly.”

In what could only be fortuitous timing, the elevator doors opened down the hallway, and a tiny, waifish blonde stepped out, her eyes locking onto Cannon with a magnetism the two had always shared.

“Ahh, I see now.” I grinned. “Hey, Persephone!”

“Jansen!” She waved, her smile lighting up the space and even bringing one to Cannon’s face. The guy might have been a tatted-up giant, but damn if he wasn’t wrapped around his wife’s little finger.

After yet another hug welcoming me home, and a low growl that told me to keep my hands far, far above her waist, I stepped back, feeling better than ever.

“Are you headed up to Silas’s office?” she asked as Cannon tucked her against his side.

“Yep.” I nodded.

“Good. We just finished a meeting about the foundation, so I know he’s up there waiting. Have you moved back into the village yet? Did you get your old house? Want to come over for dinner this week?” She fired off each question before I had answered the previous one, which only made me smile. Persephone didn’t just run the Reapers’ charitable foundation, she was pretty much charity incarnate, always looking to put people at ease.

Cannon chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m moving back tomorrow if the truck gets here with all my stuff on time, and no,” I finished softly scratching the back of my neck. Another aspect I’d missed about the Reapers was the housing development just outside Charleston that the team owned. Most of the players lived there, contributing to the family atmosphere that I hadn’t found in Maine. “Unfortunately, there were a couple of last-minute trades, and whoever signed his contract right before me got my old house.”

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I’m the fastest and most feared skater in the NHL. With a temper like mine, I can’t afford to make mistakes. But one insane night in Vegas, and I wake up married to the biggest mistake of all: Persephone VanDoren—the head of our team’s charitable foundation. Sure, the petite blonde is sweet enough to give the entire state of South Carolina a toothache, but I’ve never been one for the debutantes. She’s everything I’ve fought against my whole life—wealthy, perfect, gorgeous, and her sharp little tongue presses every single one of my buttons. Our fights are almost as electric as our chemistry and there is no denying the tension sizzling between us. But I’m a monster with a dark past that will ruin a princess like her. She needs this marriage to appear real. And I need to remember it’s fake. Because the longer we stay hitched, the more I want to be her forever. The whole world views me as her personal Hades, but I’ll go to war with both our demons to save her happily ever after.
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Cannon

Sunlight streamed through the massive windows of the hotel suite, revealing the Vegas skyline in all its morning-after glory. I blinked, but the motion felt slow, heavy even, and nothing about me was ever slow. I’d made myself a damn good career out of being fast. My entire body felt sluggish, as though I’d had way too much to drink last night, which didn’t make sense. Vegas meant I was here for a game, and a game meant there was no way I’d been drinking.

Something about that didn’t quite fit the situation, but I couldn’t pin my groggy little finger on it.

What the hell had I done last night?

I rolled over, turning my back on the window and the morning it promised and found the most exquisite woman I’d ever seen lying beside me.

Persephone VanDoren.

I was dreaming.

That explained…everything. The corners of my lips tugged upward, and I relaxed into the buttery soft sheets. I propped myself up on my elbow and almost congratulated myself on having the perfect fucking dream, but I was too busy studying her in a way I never could in real life.

The woman was gorgeous with a flawless, oval face, thick lashes that rested in crescent moons on her porcelain skin, and the most kissable, bow-shaped mouth on the entire fucking planet. The covers rested just above her breasts, and she slept with her left hand cradled under her pillow and her right only a few inches away from mine. Her long, blonde hair fanned out around her like a luminous halo, and I rubbed a few strands of the silk between my thumb and forefinger, savoring just how soft it felt. Funny, I’d always thought it was all that same pale, color, but it wasn’t. Various shades of blonde, from nearly white to honey-gold ran across my skin. The contrast against the heavy, colorful tattoos of my forearm nearly made me groan.

I was covered in tattoos from the nape of my neck to my toes, and her skin was as virgin as the day she’d come into the world—at least what I’d seen of it.

My blood heated, pulsing through my veins in an all-too-familiar rush that swelled my cock. I knew exactly how this dream would end—it wasn’t like it was the first time I’d had it, and yet I couldn’t keep myself from reaching for the covers.

I drew them down her frame and growled in appreciation. Of course, she wasn’t naked—she never was. My imagination would never let me fill in that particular blank. Instead, this time she was covered with a white, spaghetti-strapped silk slip that dipped low at her neckline, then hugged every fucking curve the woman had until it ended high on her thighs. Damn, those thighs looked so creamy and soft, and while they would never part for me in real life, well, this was a dream. Who the fuck cared about the real world?

I slid one arm beneath her, cradling her light frame, and rolled her to her back as I rose above her. Her lips parted, and she murmured as she shifted underneath me.

Her. Thighs. Fucking. Parted.

I put one of my own between them. God, she was so small, so delicate. So breakable next to my six-foot-five bulk. How far would this dream go?

Keeping her cradled beneath me, I filled my free hand with the curve of her hip and squeezed lightly, then moaned my appreciation for that curve against the soft skin of her neck. She smelled like apple blossoms, sunshine, and everything good and right in the world—everything I’d never have. Fuck, she’d never felt this real before. My cock pulsed against her thigh in agreement.

She shifted again, letting loose a small, breathy sigh as she arched her neck, giving me full access. I kissed her gently just beneath her jawline like I’d fantasized every time she stuck that chin of hers in the air at me. She was such a contradiction in the real world. Easy-going and stubborn as hell, kind and sweet, then salty and harsh, delicate in one breath and a force of nature in the next—she was all of it.

The one thing she never was? Mine.

The only place I’d be good enough for Persephone and the only place she’d be safe with me was here—in my dreams.

She whimpered, as if coming awake, but when I moved to lift my head, she tangled her fingers in my hair and kept me right where I was.

I took the hint and put my mouth against her throat in an open-mouthed kiss. How could she taste so fucking good? I groaned and swept my tongue over her skin, then sucked lightly at the patch.

She shifted her thigh, lifting her knee so she rubbed against my hip.

“Cannon,” she moaned, her fingers tightening in my hair.

Fuck. Need, hot and insistent, raced down my spine. I pressed against her center with my thigh, and the heat I found there set every cell in my body on fire.

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As the best offensive defenseman in the NHL, you’d think my skills would get more notice than my face. Ridiculous, but I’ve been dubbed the “pretty boy” since rookie year. Pair the looks with my multi-million-dollar career, and it’s a recipe to get used. I’ve been burned before, and it’s never happening again. Then I meet Delaney Collins—Charleston’s impossibly sexy librarian. She’s brilliant, funny, and the chemistry between us crackles every time we touch. But she doesn’t have a clue who I am. Delaney treats me like a normal person, seeing straight to the heart of me. And all it wants is her.Only problem? She hates celebrity athletes. Her own dark past has ensured she’ll never take a chance on one again. But the deeper we get, the harder it is for me to admit what I do on the ice. All I’ve ever wanted is for someone to love me for me—not the paycheck, the fame, or the face. But I’m not sure love will be enough to save us when the truth comes out.
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Logan

“Holy shit, do you think it’s a race?” Cannon Price gripped the passenger door handle of my R8 as I took the curve a little above the speed limit.

“For being the fastest skater in the NHL, you’re kind of a chicken. You know that?” I shifted as we merged onto the highway.

“If by chicken, you mean that I respect the laws of gravity, then sure, we’ll go with that.”

“I like the speed.” That was an understatement. I was pretty quiet in every other area of my life, and I knew it. I wasn’t a huge fan of the parties and shit that everyone else seemed to like about the NHL lifestyle, either. But I wasn’t going to complain about the signing bonus that paid for this sweet little ride, either.

“Remind me to drive next time,” he muttered, shaking his head.

I grinned and floored it, zipping around a car on the right and sliding into the lane ahead of it.

“If we’re late for the plane, Coach is going to kick you in the balls,” he reminded me as the Charleston skyline flew by.

“You’re the one making us stop at the library. I’m just trying to make up for lost time.” The engine purred as I sped up, and everything else in my head stilled. There was a peace to be had when you drove this fast. There wasn’t a lot of room in your head for the other shit that usually filled it up.

“We have an hour and a half. Chill. There’s the exit.” He lifted a very tatted up arm toward the offramp. “Watch—fuck me, Logan, I don’t want to die before we beat the shit out of North Carolina, okay?”

A smile lifted the corners of my mouth as I cut across three lanes of traffic—safely, I might add. I might be a little reckless behind the wheel, but I always knew where the line was.

“Turn right,” he muttered as I downshifted on the offramp.

“Remind me why we’re going to the library at six o’clock in the morning? The sun is barely up, and you think you can pick up a new book?”

“Because they were closed for New Year’s Day yesterday, and I need to—you know what? Just drive.”

I turned where he told me, and sighed in frustration as we stopped at a red light. I hated stopping. Stopping gave you time to think. To regret.

To dissect things you should have seen but didn’t because you were so desperate to ease the loneliness that you took the first fucking shred of affection someone showed you.

“Don’t,” Cannon lectured.

“Don’t what?” My hands gripped the wheel tighter.

“You have the Blaire face on. Next left.” He nodded at the light another block up, and when ours turned green, I started forward only to slam on the brakes for an early morning jogger who wasn’t watching where the fuck he was going.

“I don’t have a Blaire face,” I argued. “Fuck her, and fuck you for bringing her up.”

He shook his head as I pulled in front of the library. “No, go up here and turn right so we can park in the back.”

“You want to park in the back of the library?” I squinted against the rising sun as it streamed in between the buildings.

“Did I stutter?”

I put her in gear and took the R8 around the library like he said, parking a few spots away from a cherry red cabriolet. Cute.

“You can come in, or you can stay here,” Cannon said as he opened my door and climbed out.

He was like that—giving people choices without explaining himself. Guy never revealed more than he had to or let anyone in further than they needed to go.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I hopped out of the R8. I smoothed my tie and clicked the lock button as I followed Cannon into the building. Coach always demanded that we fly in a suit. He didn’t care if we changed into comfortable clothes on the flight, but by God, it was a suit and tie to and from the airport every time.

I caught the door before it shut on my face and stepped into the red brick building. It had been unlocked, so at least we weren’t going to get arrested for breaking into the library. I could just imagine Langley’s face if something like that hit the papers. Not that the head of Reaper PR would flinch, but she’d sure as hell laugh her ass off.

The smell of aging books and dust filled my lungs, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“You can wait here or look around. Just give me about twenty minutes,” Cannon said over his shoulder as he walked away.

“It’s dark!” I hissed after him, like speaking any louder might awaken whatever ghosts hung out in libraries after dark.

He didn’t turn around, and with one turn to the right—toward a dim light I could see above the rows and rows of books, he disappeared.

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I’m famous for two things—being one of the best defensemen in the NHL and my classic pranks. My teammates always said one of my jokes would bite me in my Scottish arse one day, and they were right. After a prank goes wrong, I’m sentenced to six weeks community service under none other than the sexy, rule-abiding, smart-mouthed city clerk of Sweet Water—Annabelle Clarke. Lucky for me it’s offseason. Unlucky for me? I want Annabelle like I want my next breath. She’s smart, luscious, and wound-tighter than a Scottish drum. Och, I’d love to be the one to help loosen her strings. She’s made it clear that while I’m under her employment, she won’t be under me. The white-hot chemistry we can’t deny must be ignored at all costs. But bantering with her is soon my favorite pastime And she’s the sweetest forbidden fruit I’ve ever tasted As we grow closer, one thing is absolutely clear A summer with Annabelle Clarke can only end one of two ways: Satisfaction or surrender. And I can only hope we can weather the storm when the sky inevitably crashes down on us.
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Connell

Stifling, oppressive heat smacked me in the face as I stepped out of the Jag in front of the Sweet Water courthouse. Not that the tiny building just off Main street was much to boast about, but whatever happened here today determined if I got to go home to Scotland next week. Charleston, and the little town of Sweet Water—where myself and the rest of my NHL team made our homes—was lovely most of the year, but I’d rather be in the highlands than sweating my balls off during the off-season.

“Just let me do the talking,” Gregory Chastain, my overpriced, pretentious prick of a lawyer instructed as he fell into step next to me.

“Considering that’s what I pay ye for, I figured I’d sit back and watch it play out,” I told him as we walked through the door. Thank you, sweet mother of Christ, the air conditioning was in perfect working order.

“Right, and that’s what you said last time in Miami, remember?” He cocked an eyebrow and straightened his tie.

“The other lawyer was being a daft—”

“Connell!” Langley, the head of public relations for the Carolina Reapers, came down the small hallway, clicking her heels on the stone floor. Her black hair was tied up in a professional-looking twist, which told me this wasn’t a social call. “Glad you boys made it on time.”

“I was just telling Connell to keep his commentary to a minimum,” Gregory drawled.

“On that point, we agree.” Langley’s lips flattened.

“What’s got ye frazzled?” I asked. If Langley was worried, there had to be a reason. The woman was cool and calm even when shit hit the fan. Considering she was married to my Captain, Axel Nyström, she knew how to handle her fair share of Reaper drama.

“Oh, nothing, as long as we can get into there a few minutes early. The Judge is ready, so if you guys are, we can move this right along.” She nodded and motioned toward the double doors that separated the sparse waiting area from the courtroom.

“I’m fine with that,” Gregory agreed.

“Let’s get this over with.” I adjusted the wrists of my sleeves under my jacket. Going to court meant breaking out the big guns, also known as my gray Armani suit.

We entered the court—wait, was this really a courtroom? There were folding chairs set up in rows, then two tables each with two chairs, and a larger table on what looked to be a small stage.

“It doubles as the community center,” Langley explained in hushed tones as an older woman carrying a laptop entered the room from the door toward the back—on the side of the stage. “They only hear cases in here once a week.”

“Between Bingo and dodgeball?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t. Not today. No jokes. No humor. No excuses. Yes, sir. No, sir. You get the point.”

This time my eyes were the ones rolling. “Aye, Langley. I understand.”

Gregory and I took our seats at the right-hand table, and Langley took one of the folding chairs behind us as an officer walked in the same door the woman had used.

They talked for a moment as she set up her laptop, and I tried not to twiddle my thumbs. Had I been an idiot? Sure, but this wasn’t anything a ten thousand dollar check and an apology couldn’t fix.

“Carson, it’s good to see you,” the woman said with a soft smile as a middle-aged man in a suit took the table opposite ours.

“The city attorney,” Gregory whispered. “He’s really just after restitution. Don’t worry.”

“All rise, the honorable Judge Neil Hurston presiding,” the officer said in a deep, drawling voice.

We stood, and the chairs made a God-awful shriek against the gym floor.

The Judge walked out onto the stage like he was here for a Saturday matinee. His glasses slipped down his nose, but he pushed them back up as he took his seat at the table.

He banged his gavel. Why? Like there were dozens of people here to bring to order? “And we’re in session. Why don’t you all sit down?”

We sat. Some people thought my Scottish accent was thick—probably because it was, but I had nothing on a few of these Southerners around here, this Judge included.

“Carson, what do you have for me today?” Judge Hurston asked.

The other lawyer walked up to the stage and handed the officer—apparently the bailiff—a packet of papers, which he forwarded to the Judge.

“Your honor, we’re here in the matter of the Town of Sweet Water versus Connell MacDhuibh—”

“MacDhuibh,” I corrected his pronunciation. There was no need to butcher my name while we were at this.

Every gaze swung my way.

“MacDhuibh,” I said again, slowly. “You doona really say the ‘h.’”

Gregory’s sigh could have blown away the table cloth if we’d had one.

“Right,” Carson said slowly. “MacDhuibh.”

“That’s better,” I said with a nod.

The Judge looked over his glasses at me, but there was a slight smile as he shook his head. “Go ahead, Carson.”

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I never thought I’d achieve my dream of playing for the NHL— Not while I’m my mom’s sole caretaker. But the Carolina Reapers offer me a deal I can’t refuse: A spot on their roster and top-rated support for my mom’s battle with Parkinson’s. Balancing an NHL schedule and my mother’s care fills every minute of my day, But one glance at Scythe’s bartender, and I’m looking for ways to make time. Echo Hayes is my exact opposite: she’s wild—I’m reserved. She’s fearless—I’m careful. She’s a 1 a.m. last call, and I’m a 7 a.m. practice. On paper, we shouldn’t work. But in reality, our chemistry burns hotter than these Charleston nights. We’ve agreed to no-strings, But every taste leaves me wanting more. And more is where she draws the line. The past haunts her, and my obligations own my present. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting a future with her. Our worlds are drastically different— And when they collide? The fallout jeopardizes my contract, and puts our hearts on the line. Now I’m the one begging her to risk it all— Or we’ll lose everything worth fighting for. Welcome to the Carolina Reapers, Samantha Whiskey’s newest hockey series where the chill of the ice meets sultry southern nights.
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Sawyer

“Can I get a Coors Light?” a guy in a red tie shouted above the crowd as he leaned across the bar.

“No problem,” I answered. I poured his beer by muscle memory and moved on to the next customer. The bar was busy, but that was typical of a Saturday afternoon during hockey season. The Sharks weren’t playing until later, so we had the Reapers’ game on, which was in the third period in Tampa.

I listened to what commentary I could hear between filling orders but didn’t glance up much.

Had to admit, it hurt like a bitch to watch. The only thing harder than not reaching your dream? Tasting it for twenty-eight seconds.

“Hey, McCoy, weren’t you the emergency goalie for the Reapers a few months ago?” Charlie, one of our regulars, asked like he could read my fucking mind.

“Sure was,” I answered while I poured another beer.

“He was a goalie down at U-Dub, remember?” another regular chimed in.

“That’s right,” Charlie replied, leaning forward. “Everyone around here figured you’d go pro.”

So had I. That’s what I wanted to say.

“Oh, yeah?” I answered instead because that was the easiest thing to say.

I had been a damned good college goalie. I just hadn’t made the cut for the NHL. Not that I hadn’t gotten my shot. Luck had made Faith Gentry—now Vestergaard—my roommate, and since Faith’s brother Eric turned out to be the goalie for the Sharks, he’d gotten me a tryout.

I just hadn’t been fast enough to make the roster.

“Vestergaard scores!” the announcer called out, and this time my gaze jumped to the screen.

A small smile lifted my lips. Faith’s new husband was a great guy. It just sucked that he’d moved her all the way to South Carolina. But that was how I’d ended up in a one-day contract as the emergency goalie for the Carolina Reapers when their backup had gone down.

Now I had a Reaper jersey with my name on it that hung on my closet door, and a twenty-eight-second memory of exhilarated perfection that nothing else could top.

It was something I’d hold on to because it turned out that majoring in exercise science meant I was qualified to be a trainer at the local gym and hold down a few shifts at Rusty’s, the local sports bar in my Seattle neighborhood. I busied myself with more orders, sliding down the bar, away from the regulars. There was only so much prodding a wound could take, and I was feeling raw tonight.

“Hey, Sawyer! How’s your mom?” another regular asked as he slid into the empty seat.

Fuck me, there was no escape tonight.

“Good as can be expected,” I replied, forcing a smile to my face. Mom was the reason I stayed in Seattle. She’d stuck by my side as long as she was physically able, and I would do the same for her.

“You’re a good kid,” the older man said, just as the bar erupted into a series of groans, gasps, and mutters. “Damn, would you look at that?”

I followed his line of sight and turned to face the giant screen at the end of the bar. My stomach flopped. Fields, the backup goalie for the Reapers, was down and grabbing for his knee—the same one he’d injured months ago.

The game went to commercial, and I knew it had to be bad. I took care of waiting customers, poured a few shots for the group that had just walked in and held my breath until the game came back on.

“Hey, McCoy, think they’ll call you to be their emergency goalie again if Fields is hurt?” Charlie asked.

“Nope,” I answered with a wry grin. “It’s not like they’re due to play Seattle again any time soon.” Not until playoffs, and since both the Reapers and the Sharks were leading their respective conferences, there was a good chance they’d see each other in May.

“Still, that’s gotta be something,” Charlie said with a shake of his head. “Being out there with them.”

“It was,” I replied. But I wasn’t foolish enough to think that lightning would strike twice.

The game continued with Thurston in the net, but he was slow glove-side and had been since last season. Guy was getting older and it showed, not just in his glove, but the sluggish skating and mediocre reaction time. He was a legend, but even legends aged. The network showed clips taken during the commercial break of Fields being carried out on a stretcher, and I cursed under my breath.

No one wanted to go out like that.

The Reapers won five to two, but those last two goals had been scored on Thurston, glove-side of course.

Two hours later, I walked out after my shift as the clock hit five. I still had time to hit the gym and get a good workout in. Tomorrow was Sunday, meaning no training sessions. I could sleep in, then pick up some of Mom’s favorite bagels and head up to her place before the pick-up game I had scheduled.

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The NHL’s been at my door since I was 18. But I’d never leave the Swedish Hockey League— Not while raising my little brother. But now he’s grown and the Carolina Reapers show up with my greatest weakness: Langley Pierce, their new head of PR. I’ve never been able to say no to her. She’s fierce, independent, and the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. She also has a stubborn streak wider than my entire country. One comment from her smart mouth about never dating again, and I propose. No, really, I actually propose: A six-month marriage contract in exchange for signing with the Reapers. I want to date this woman so badly that I’m going to marry her first. I’ll use each day to show her how a queen should be treated. Our wedding day started a countdown I’m powerless to stop, And the faster the months fly, the harder I fall. She’s sworn she’ll never choose a man over her career, And I promised never to ask her to. Until I’m forced to. How can we move forward when we started this whole thing backwards? If I can’t convince her this marriage is anything but fake— The next document we sign will crush us both. Welcome to the Carolina Reapers, Samantha Whiskey’s newest hockey series where the chill of the ice meets sultry southern nights.
Books in Series:	Carolina Reapers Series by Samantha Whiskey
Books by Author:	Samantha Whiskey Books

1

Axel

“Are you settling in?” I asked my brother as I pulled into the airport. At least it was the smaller, regional airport, so I didn’t have to deal with Stockholm traffic.

“Stop worrying,” Tage practically growled into the phone, which sent the sound vibrating through my Rover’s speakers.

The shiny black four-door piece of exquisite machinery was the first “just-because” money I’d spent on myself. Ever.

“I’m your brother. It’s my job to worry,” I reminded him. That’s all I did when it came to Tage. Worry. How the hell could I not when he’d been my responsibility since I was sixteen?

“Normal brothers get each other drunk.”

Normal brothers didn’t lose both their parents in car accidents.

“Tell me you’re not drinking. You know your coach is going—”

“Relax, Axel. I’m not drinking. Just giving you hell. I was, however, sleeping off a hellish morning practice.”

“I still wish you’d enrolled full time at Luleå.” I pulled up to the gate and lowered my window. “Axel Nyström,” I told the guard.

“Like you did, right?” Tage scoffed.

“I didn’t have the option, remember? You were eight years old. What was I going to do, move into student housing with you?” I glanced at the dashboard clock. Ten past ten. Lukas was due to land in five minutes.

“You’re on the list,” the guard noted. “Hangar two.” He directed me through the gate.

“Thank you,” I told him and then followed his directions, turning right to get to the hangar Lukas’ jet usually parked at when he flew in from the States.

“Relax,” Tage sighed. “Coach said I could manage a couple of classes. Besides, I’m only looking at a year or two here. Then maybe I can transfer to an American school. From there it’s four years and a college education before I get drafted into the NHL.”

My heart swelled. “Now that would be something I would whole-heartedly support. I’m so damn proud of you, Tage.”

“Oh, come on, don’t get all watery,” Tage teased. “Where are you, anyway?”

“At the airport to pick up Lukas.” Usually I would have told my peacock of a best friend to drive himself from the airport, but he’d never directly asked me to pick him up before.

“He’s in? Really? I thought he was deep in preparation for the season? I heard that new team is going to be insane. Or at least they will be once they lock down a center—wait…”

“Don’t go there.” I shook my head even though I knew he couldn’t see me.

“Oh, come on! You know that’s why he’s coming in. The NHL is calling!” Tage whooped.

I parked my Rover next to the hangar as Lukas’ jet touched down. “A member of an NHL team is always calling. Don’t look so far into it. Now, get some rest. You’ve got the Nyström name on your jersey, so you’d better do it proud.”

“Proud enough to pound on you when the season starts.”

I grinned as Lukas’ jet taxied toward us. “You went to the wrong team if you think you’re going to take me down.”

“Yeah, yeah. All jabs aside, have fun with Lukas. Relax a little, would you? You’re finally an empty-nester!”

“Goodbye, Tage.” I hung up on my little brother and climbed out of the Rover as my cell rang again, this time Lukas’ face appearing on the screen. “Why the hell are you calling me from a hundred meters away? I’m literally staring at your damned jet.”

“Right,” my best friend said slowly. “So about that…”

I leaned back against the warm hood of my car. “About what?”

“Have fun and say yes!” He hung up on me as the plane parked.

I looked down at my phone, blinking a few times in complete confusion. A breeze ripped across me, and I shoved my phone into the back pocket of my pants, then secured my hair with a tie from the pocket of my jacket.

My sunglasses cut most of the glare from the morning sun as the door opened to Lukas’ jet, then the staff lowered his staircase. Not only was the guy a high-paid NHL star, but he was also a pretty-boy model who now had his own clothing line and the jet to go with it. Good thing I loved the asshole like a brother, or I would have ceaselessly mocked him for the tailored dress clothes. Oh, who was I kidding, I still mocked him.

But I had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn’t on that fucking jet.

It took every muscle in my face to keep my jaw from dropping when she stepped into the doorway.

No fucking way. I was hallucinating. Had to be.

I compared the vision walking toward me with my memory.

Mile-long legs built to wrap around me? Check.

A waist so small I could almost span it with my hand? Check.

Curves meant to be tested and stroked by my hands? Check that, too.

But thinner than I remembered, which gave me a moment of concern as her kitten heels reached the bottom of the staircase. Paler, too.

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