Posey Adler is coming home. After a devastating journey for what she mistakenly thought was true love, she is saying to hell with men and love forever. As the Nashville Assassins’s new assistant coach for special teams, Posey is ready to focus on her job and have the attention on her for a change. She’s been haunted by her place in her sister’s shadow, but this is her chance to shine and force her family to take notice. But in order to make a name for herself, she’s going to have to go toe-to-toe with her team’s leading power play scorer.
Boon Hoenes lives for special teams. The power play is his favorite thing about the game. He loves having that advantage over his opponent. And most of the time, it’s his quick thinking that sends the puck to the back of the goal when he’s on the ice. Off the ice, however, no amount of quick thinking prepared his heart for being dumped by his college sweetheart. Boon has sworn off women, but when Posey Adler comes onto his ice—and kicks him off his beloved power play—he decides she’s one woman he doesn’t want to swear off.
They’ve both been hurt, but instead of going in for the penalty kill, Boon is ready to convince Posey their hearts are the secret to how they’ll win.
How they’ll score the ultimate goal.
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I try not to watch as Aiden talks to Posey, but it’s hard. I want to know what they’re talking about. I didn’t tell Aiden about us. I didn’t want it getting back to Shelli. But even knowing they wouldn’t be talking about me or us, I want to know. I want to be in the middle; I want her to look at me and smile like that. Even if it is just the annoyed, get-out-of-my-face smile she’s currently giving her future brother-in-law.
When Wes leans in, I move away since I’d rather not talk to him. “I think you should go over there. It’s obvious you want to talk to her.”
He laughs, and I roll my eyes. When I look back to where Aiden is, I see he’s coming toward us with three shot glasses in his hands. It’s not unusual for Aiden to buy drinks for everyone, but there are six of us at the table. Maybe they’re just for our line? But then he sets them all in front of me. I can smell the vodka, top shelf, the good stuff. Aiden didn’t buy these. He’s a cheap ass when it comes to liquor.
“Posey said, ‘Great goals tonight.’ Ta-da!”
Vodka. We had vodka shots together last night. I swallow past the emotion before I look up at him. “She said ‘ta-da’?”
“No, I added that,” he laughs, and my stomach clenches.
I almost don’t believe she sent them, but when I look back to the bar where she is, she’s watching. She doesn’t smile or even wave. She stares at me with those blue eyes that have the power to cut a weaker man. Some would be scared, but I can see that her eyes are filled with such guilt. It makes her look like a dog that’s been kicked.
“I think this may be an olive branch.” We all glance at Wes, and I know what he means.
Aiden, though, says, “You want some olives?”
Wes nods. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
I stand. “Let me get those for you. I’m also going to go do these with Posey since she bought them.”
To my surprise, no one razzes me or even says anything as I take the shots back to her. When she sees me coming, I watch as her shoulders fall, and she looks down at her wine. She runs her fingers along the rim of the glass as I put down the shots. She glances at them and then back at her wine. She swallows, still not looking at me as she says, “Came to bring them back?”
“No. Actually, I was surprised you sent over three.”
She looks up then. “What?”
“I thought you’d subtract one since I messed up the power play.”
Posey slowly shakes her head. “No, you earned those goals, and we’ll continue to work on the power play. If you want to, that is.”
“I do,” I say, and surprise takes over her face. “I believe you’re the only one who knows how to fix it.”
She smiles. “You don’t need much help. You’re already an incredible scorer. The pass is just slow.”
“I am, but you were right about taking me off.”
“I didn’t want to be,” she says softly. “I mean, I knew I was going to be, but I was rooting for you.”
I quirk my lip. “Yeah.”
“Yeah,” she says slowly, her eyes reverting to her drink. “I’m really sorry about all that. I shouldn’t have allowed my insecurities to cloud my decision on your play.”
“But you were right in the end, and I’m man enough to admit that.”
“I know. But still, it was shitty of me. I’m just terrified of you.”
“Shit, same here,” I admit, moving my fingers around in the condensation on the bar from the glasses. Our eyes meet, and heat passes through us. I take a deep breath. “We’ve got ourselves in a pickle, Posey Adler.”