Playing

One night. Two lines. Three lives changed forever. I swore off hockey players after my ex-husband's betrayal. So, when I hooked up with a cocky stranger at a party, I had a few expectations: No strings. No repeats. Because the guy I chose was Tucker Stag—Pittsburgh Fury enforcer and my ex's teammate. Oh, and those condoms he endorses? They don't work. Now I'm facing co-parenting with a man whose entire family smothers us, and I feel my hard-won independence slipping further away with every casserole and helpful suggestion. Tucker fights hard on the ice and plays harder off it.

My teammate Rookie laid down three rules when I moved into his place: don't touch his stuff, don't touch his food, and don't touch his sister. Two out of three should be easy enough. In my defense, I didn't know the gorgeous woman at the airport was Ella. The last time I saw Rookie's kid sister...