If loving one hockey player is reckless . . . loving two is irresistible.
After enough heartache to last a lifetime, I made a rule: No men. No hookups. No distractions.
Then I walked into the Ivywood Wolves’ ice rink.
Dylan Crawley is the golden-boy captain — cocky grin, effortless charisma, and used to winning on, and off, the ice. Torin Anderson is the grumpy enforcer — dark eyes, rough edges.
The kind of man who doesn’t smile . . . but makes you feel everything.
One is all swagger. One is all silence. Both are completely off-limits.
Until the night they step in to protect me — like it’s instinct. Like I’m already theirs.
Dylan makes me laugh. Torin makes me burn.
And when they decide they’re not competing . . . but sharing? The rules shatter.
Now I’m caught between two possessive hockey gods who don’t play fair — and don’t plan on letting me go.
Maybe I should choose. Maybe I can’t. Maybe I don’t want to.
