Two Pucks

What does a billionaire hockey player and a down and out dog walker have in common?

Sabien: Nothing besides my dog—unless you count the sizzling attraction between us. Which makes our arrangement to live together and carry off a fake relationship all the more ridiculous.

But I desperately need to give the appearance of settling down and she needs a place to live after being evicted, so my agent—under loud protest—goes along with the deal and writes up a contract.

It's possibly the stupidest deal ever imagined according to my agent, but once it's done, we're in bed together—literally—for the duration of the hockey season.

He insists on only one condition—once the season is over, we make a clean break.

Sounds good to me—right up until she drops a world-changing news-bomb on my head. Surprised? Understatement. Shocked? Getting closer. More like mind-blowing and life-exploding news . . . Now what?

Contains mature themes.

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Hljóðbók: 26 november 2024