A woman who can't stand a cocky hockey star finds herself drawn into a secret romance with him. As their hidden relationship grows, keeping it from the people around them threatens to unravel everything.
Three years later, after proving myself with rock-solid professional skills, I joined my brother Noah's hockey team as the conditioning coach. A few guys changing into their cleats looked up. The second they saw me, they froze.
Noah, are you serious? You brought a girl into the locker room? A blonde guy whistled, his gaze lingering on my oversized gray hoodie and thick black-rimmed Shut up, Jim. This is Chloe, my sister. She's also our new conditioning coach. Hi.
God, Noah. I can't believe our new coach is this hot. Ignore those idiots. Chloe. The locker room door slammed open and the laughter died instantly. It's Ethan. Three extra hours. All of you.
He's the captain of the Ivy League team. His dominance on the ice was on another level. And his face belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine. He was also my favorite hockey player. If there was one flaw, it was his unapproachable personality.
I held out a hand. Hi, I'm Chloe, Noah's sister. I'm also your new conditioning coach. But before he could respond, my foot caught on a training bag on the floor.
I stumbled and grabbed the doorframe to steady myself. Ethan glanced at me, his eyes sweeping over my slim figure beneath the oversized training This isn't a figure skating rink. Not your fucking weight loss camp.