How many properties can you show the city’s newest hotshot hockey star before you finally snap?
The answer is 32. I’m used to picky clients. I wouldn’t be one of San Diego’s top realtors if I weren’t willing to bend over backward to make a sale. But Levi Nixon is next level.
I’m ready to wash my hands of him after it turns out this was all a game to get me into bed. Until he calls me up, in desperate need of help, when a preteen girl shows up on his doorstep.
And the next thing I know, we are fake-engaged, on our way to being fake married, and putting on a show for social services.
The worst part of it all, though? Watching him become a father makes me realize there’s so much more to the playmaker than meets the eye.
