Who knew a hockey game could change your life?
The first time I saw Zeke on the ice, I knew he was mine.
My brother said I was stalking Zeke, but I like to think of it as showing my appreciation. I pretended it was just a game, something to keep me occupied since my family didn't really need me.
The way Zeke searched the stands for me when he thought I wasn’t watching let me know he wanted me too, even if he wasn’t ready to admit it. One day he'd give in. That was inevitable.
He comes to me, needing a loan. The year he spent in Vegas wasn't kind to him, and he's in deep debt. He doesn't like the terms I offer and tries to walk away.
I'll never let that happen. He's in danger, and no one is going to hurt him. Not on my watch.
I knew I could make him surrender to me, but the more time I spend with him, the more I find myself revealing things I've never told anyone.
Money problems I can easily fix, and I make a damn good bodyguard, but is it possible we might heal each other? Is it possible for two wounded men to fall in love?
