My brother’s best friend will do anything to win. Even if it means pretending to date me–his sworn enemy. But claiming my v-card wasn’t part of the plan.

He’s Goalie-zilla of the Houston Heatwave and the man I can’t stand. Number 33. Ryker-freakin-Balinger. The only things we have in common are the temporary roof we share. And the arena where we both work.

Dealing with this muscular, tatted-up grump is the last thing I need. But he needs good press. And I want revenge on the team’s newest arrival. So this relationship is all for show.

Or so I thought.

On the ice, he’s defending the goalposts. At home, he’s coaching me on more than just trick plays.

But this game plan doesn’t just have our jobs on the line anymore. Because the smokeshow in the next room is now my baby daddy…