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The last person I wanted to fix up my historic dream home with was the handsome older man with money to burn who bought it right out from under me. Thanks to my father, that's exactly what happened. Colton Crawford was making my house a home, and I was back in my childhood room, trying not to think of the towering, gorgeous Adonis with a killer smile… and how much I hated him. Or at least that's what I tried to tell myself. Because the more time we were forced to spend together in the dust and debris, the less our age gap mattered. And the more the sparks flew.

Senior year's focus should be all about securing my spot with the Brooklyn Bears. I should be skating easy. I should be… but I'm not. I'm about to make an enemy out of the one person I should be bowing to—Coach Kosta. Not my fault he hired a smoke show to be our team photographer. One with hella curves, southern charm, and impeccable taste in men—me. One who confessed she'd never given herself to anyone but trusted that I was the right man for the job. They say, "sticks over chicks," but whoever coined that phrase had obviously never met a girl like Kameron Kosta, the coach's niece.

Being with Crew is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Even better than getting called up to the majors. We may have started as a fling, but he's my end game, the part of everything I want beyond baseball. There's another guy in his life now, though, and he's making up for lost time with his son Grady. I've been trying to find my place with them, and most days I think I have. Other days, it's hard to ignore how Crew might want something easier for him and his son, a future without hotel rooms, stadium lights, and road games.

I'm known as the bad boy of hockey. The grump. The one everyone stays away from. Doesn't matter to me though. All I care about is the game. As long as I keep my head down and it doesn't affect my spot on the team, I'm good. Until it does. To fix my shining reputation, the team sets me up with Piper Fields, the happiest girl on the planet. Now my girlfriend. Scratch that—my fake girlfriend. All I have to do is pretend to like her in public and keep my distance in private. Except that's not exactly what happens . . .