The only thing more dangerous than the ice… is falling for him again.
I didn’t mean to fall into a pond with my ex. Especially not in a white blouse. In front of the entire town. With a camera crew rolling.
Now Jett Monroe—professional hockey player and the boy who dumped me by text after high school—is back in Briarwood, volunteering with my high school team to clean up his image.
And thanks to one viral mishap, the media thinks we’re dating. The PR fix? Lean into it. Just a few fake dates. A few staged smiles. No kissing. No feelings.
Definitely no remembering how he used to make my heart race. But Jett’s still infuriatingly hot. Still knows exactly how to get under my skin.
And somehow… still knows exactly how to make me feel like the center of the universe. This was supposed to be fake. So why does it feel like falling all over again?
