The universe has a twisted sense of humor.

I’ve spent years building a life I could pack in a carry-on. No ties, no mess, no exes lingering like bad draft picks. Just me, my camera, and a healthy fear of anything resembling emotional stability.

Enter Leif Crawford. NHL goalie. Human brick wall. Best friend since high school.

He’s the guy who always shows up, even when I don’t ask (especially when I don’t ask).

We’re opposites in every way.

He’s calm, collected, charming—alphabetizes his fridge and probably color-codes his emotional baggage.

I’m a documentary disaster who panic-texts from foreign countries and gets rescued from dates with guys who think “baby” is an acceptable nickname for someone they just met.

It worked. Until one tequila-fueled night with someone else blew it all up.

Now I’m pregnant. Back in New York. Living with Leif while I figure out what the hell comes next.

He wants to step up. Be involved. Be… more.

Which would be easier to ignore if he didn’t look like a Norse god with goalie reflexes, rumpled T-shirts, and a tendency to whisper things that turn my spine into hot pudding.

So here we are—arguing over strollers, dodging feelings, and breaking every friendship rule we ever made.

And somehow, the scariest part isn’t falling for Leif Crawford.

It’s realizing I might’ve already belonged to him.

The Final Faceoff is a sizzling, hilarious friends-to-lovers, accidental pregnancy, he falls first hockey romance featuring a disaster documentary filmmaker and her broody NHL goalie best friend.