Jake Morrison is the Westlake Wolverines’ most talented defenseman—and their biggest headache. When the team’s new athletic trainer refuses to back down from his attitude, sparks fly in ways neither of them expected. But some walls are built to keep people out for a reason.
JAKE
I’m a defenseman who’s made a career out of keeping people at a distance, on and off the ice. My reputation for being difficult isn’t an accident—it’s armor. The last thing I need is some new trainer thinking she can fix me with her no-nonsense attitude and those sharp green eyes that see right through my bullshit.
But Avery Walsh doesn’t flinch when I push back, and that’s a problem. She smells like vanilla and determination, and when her hands work out the knots in my shoulders, I forget why keeping her away seemed so important. If I let her in, she’ll discover exactly why everyone else gave up on me.
AVERY
I’ve worked too hard to get this job with the Wolverines to let one moody player derail my career. My goal is simple: prove I belong here and keep my professional boundaries intact. The problem is, I’ve always been a sucker for broken things that need fixing.
Jake Morrison is six feet three inches of pure temptation wrapped in sarcasm and self-destruction. Every heated glance and accidental touch makes me want to throw my rules out the window. But falling for the one player everyone warned me about could cost me everything I’ve worked for.
