After my life imploded last year, Dad decided that a change in scenery was necessary and moved us across the country. I’ve done the one thing I never thought I would—leave the competitive skating world behind in the rearview mirror.

It hasn’t been easy.

Especially when the person buried in my past no longer wants to stay there.

Ever since stepping foot on campus, I’ve gone out of my way to avoid the hockey players that strut around like they’re God’s gift to the female species.

There’s a reason for that.

My father is Reed Philips, head coach for the Western Wildcats. The number one rule in our house has always been that I keep a healthy distance from his players.

That’s never been a problem.

And it’s not necessarily one now.

Except I’ve just had a major run in with Hayes Van Doren.

One that includes me walking in on him freshly showered in the locker room and him thinking I was there to deliver a special birthday present by dropping to my knees.

Oh, trust me…he got a treat all right.

One that left him singing soprano.

I might have spent most of this year flying under the radar where Hayes is concerned, but that’s no longer possible.

Everywhere I go, there he is.

Forcing his way into my life.

He’s a complication I don’t need.

Or want.

Except he’s decided to change my mind about that.

The question is—will I let him?