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Hawks defenseman James Ryan is Boston's most eligible single-dad. He's solemn, gorgeous, and an incredible father. But I'm drawn to him for other reasons. James' eyes reflect the same grief and hurt I'm drowning in. His twins struggle with the same pain that once destroyed me. Living with the Ryan family and caring for James' twins are both a salve and a curse. Soon, what made us click one summer night over whiskey is wreaking havoc on our commitment to remain professional. Our friendship blossoms into something more.

Life can change in a damn instant. I should know that. Mine did the moment I walked through the front door of my penthouse and found Danica on her hands and knees cleaning. One look—that's all it took. I saw her and I wanted her on her knees for an entirely *different* reason.

When a friend asked me to hire his youngest daughter, I had reservations. Yet, I needed a secretary. So, I said why not. Sometimes being a good guy backfires on you. This is definitely one of those times. Fawn is younger than me—way too young. She's also a walking fantasy that tortures me daily with images running through my mind of all the dirty things I want to do to her. I need her so much I can taste it. I try to resist, but once I see the hunger in her beautiful eyes, it's over, just like my bachelor days.

I never thought I'd see the boy who broke my heart again, especially the day after I poured hot coffee over his cocky grin and threw him in the trash. I wish I'd scalded his actual face. Notorious bachelor Stone Williams shouldn't even qualify as an after-thought. Until he bursts into the childhood home he left behind—where I'm currently staying. A decade is a long time to be away from someone you once thought you knew better than you knew yourself. I

It all started when I was six years old. I was homeless. They were held prisoner. I saved them. Even though it put me in the system. They believed we built an unbreakable bond forged by trauma. These beautiful, damaged boys saw me differently than the rest of the world. As much as I wished I could feel the same. I couldn't. These boys—men—had too much anger. Too much hate.