Cross Checking by S.J. Crawford

Right person, wrong time zone.

Luke
Call me jaded, but dating in Toronto is a nightmare. Erik Norberg doesn’t just wake me up—he manages to make me forget. We didn’t mean to share more than a quick moment after locking eyes in a bar, but nothing about that quiet, attractive hockey player is easy to shake.
I’m crushing hard, in too deep, and I couldn’t be happier. Unfortunately, every good thing I have eventually flies off a cliff, or in Erik’s case, off to Sweden.
He was a breath of fresh air. Now that he’s gone, I’m left gasping for more.
Erik
The first time I wore skates, I found my footing within seconds. I wish talking to new people came as easily. Guys tend to take what they want and let go, but Luke Tremblay sticks around.
He’s cool, confident, and I’m hooked from day one—for the first time, I’m not waiting for the other shoe to drop. But when my place in the AHL falls out from under me, staying in Canada isn’t an option.
It turns out Luke isn’t someone I can leave behind. Step one of moving on is wanting to, and that’s where I’m stuck.