As the captain of Minnesota's female pro hockey team, I'm supposed to be focused on my goals, not getting distracted by my brother's ex-best friend.
And Carson is definitely a distraction.
A six-foot-three, pro hockey player with a smile that promises trouble.
There are so many reasons I should stay away.
My brother hates him.
I'm not looking for a relationship. And even if I were, a long-distance relationship with a pro-athlete is the last thing I'd want.
But the more I get to know Carson, the more I respect him-both on and off the ice.
He's no longer a distraction, but the man I can't stop thinking about.
I know I shouldn't cross that line.
But I'm not sure if I have the strength to stop myself.