The Way He Looked at Me
I can’t tell if we’re at war… or dancing around something far more dangerous.
Getting traded to the Montreal Bears should’ve been a dream come true, the team I grew up idolizing, the jersey I always wanted to wear. Except there’s one problem. Luca Moretti.
The NHL’s notorious bad boy. My new right wing. And the one man who’s made it his mission to outshine me at every turn.
Too bad for him I’m faster, sharper, and my numbers don’t lie. Not that I’m competing. I’d never sink to his level.
He’s reckless, infuriating, and impossible to ignore a storm of chaos that throws me completely off balance. When we’re not clashing on the ice, he pushes my buttons with teasing nicknames like Princess, Pretty Boy, and Babygirl.
I hate it. I swear I do.
So why does my body react like I don’t?