One Frosty Pucking Meet Cute by Penelope Bloom

A runaway bride crashing in my guesthouse is the last thing I need.

I already had perfectly good holiday plans, like glaring at walls and staring moodily into distant horizons because my hockey season is officially down the drain.
And she’s as off-limits as it gets, but she has no car, no money, no job, and no place to stay.
So I’ll let her crash with me and the guys for the holidays.
After all, how much trouble can one relentlessly cheerful little woman cause?
Plenty.
I’ll wind up bending one rule after another because I can’t seem to say “no” to her.

Taking her shopping for new underwear (don’t ask).
Doting on her like a lovesick puppy when she twists her ankle.
Sharing steamy glances when my teammates and her brother aren’t looking…

She’s busy making the town fall in love, and I’m right there, quietly falling harder than all of them combined.
We’ll both keep pretending we’re just having fun, even when she winds up sharing my bed in secret. We both agree it’s harmless. Just casual.

But I’m going to have to make a choice when the holidays come to a close. Keep pretending and risk letting her walk? Or tell her how I feel and risk screwing it all up?