Fake dating the NHL’s hottest bad boy. My best friend’s pucking brother. I shouldn’t be playing fake girlfriend… or with his stick.
Atticus Knox is a permanent scowl, a filthy mouth, and a reputation for playing dirty.
Which makes every sinful thought I’ve had about him a very inconvenient problem.
The kind of want that crawls under your skin at 3am and has no business existing for my best friend’s brother.
Until he caged me against my door, looked at me like I was his last good decision, and walked away. That kind of rejection burrows in and makes a home.
Then a hazing scandal puts both our faces on every sports channel in the city, PR’s fix is a fake relationship. Strict rules. Clean lines. Simple.
Except somewhere between shared hotel suites, his mouth on my throat, and his hands learning every inch of me, the rules stop being rules.
Then my father resurfaces with a secret and a price tag. Atticus doesn’t pay. He goes public and takes the heat instead.
And the man who told me I was off-limits? He’s done pretending too.
