Angielski
The plan was simple: just me, my boy and hockey.
I'm the unapproachable NHL captain with a reputation for chewing up reporters in interviews, forwards on the ice and shutting down anyone who tries to get close to me. And that's how I like it-no feelings, no complications, and zero chance of reliving the grief I experienced when my wife passed away seven years ago.
But sometimes the best laid plans go up in flames, and that's exactly what Collins Mackenzie does when strolls into a bar one post-game night and gives me a taste of the cold shoulder I've bestowed on all those around me.
The only person she doesn't dismiss? My boy. In fact, she lights him up with her pink hair and perfectly winged eyeliner, leaving him fascinated and me infatuated.
There's only one problem: she's nine years younger, convinced I'm not her type and doesn't do relationships. She doesn't even hang around in the same city beyond a few months. Trouble is, I want her permanence right next to me-on the couch watching movies and in my bed on lazy mornings.
I'm ready to chase her, no matter where she goes or how quickly she hits the accelerator. This girl is a ride I never want to get off.
