Liam O’Connor was just my teenage crush.Safe to fantasize about in the dark, where my overprotective father—his coach—didn’t have to remind me that hockey players are trouble.
And Liam? He’s the worst kind.
A six-pack made for magazine covers and a smile that violates public decency laws.
So when he asks me on a date, I say no.
But when his team gets caught up in a PR disaster, Daddy has the perfect solution—me, posing as Liam’s adoring girlfriend.
Now I’m in over my head.
One second, I’m keeping things professional. The next, he’s whispering filthy nothings in my ear, and my legs refuse to work.
Keeping away was much, much safer.
Because Liam O’Connor is like stepping onto thin ice—knowing full well it’s going to crack.
