Shootout Steam by London Casey

Guess who got drunk, made out with a hockey player, and ended up all over social media? Oh, did I forget to mention that said hockey hottie proposed to me and I said yes?

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The easiest decision would be to just call the whole thing off.
Live up to my mistake – or the vodka’s mistake – and move on with my life.
It wasn’t my fault I was trying to rebound from my ex (who I have no choice but to work with). It wasn’t my fault I saw a group of women around some sexy guy and I decided right then and there to be the one to get his full attention.
Okay, fine, it was all my fault.
But face shame and embarrassment… and face my ex and everyone at work?
I can’t do that.
I have to play this thing out.
That’s when things get interesting.
When I tell Roman we have to pretend to be engaged, he doesn’t put up a fight.
In fact, he’s all for it.
There’s just one catch…
I have to agree to do everything he wants me to do.
No. Matter. What.