Baylor
He’s my brother’s hockey rival, the man my family still blames for the hit that nearly ended Beau’s career, and—because the universe has a terrible sense of humor—my upstairs neighbor.
When a flood destroys my kitchen, Wolf offers me his.
I need somewhere to bake. He needs to stop walking around shirtless.
It should be a simple arrangement.
Then he starts making me breakfast. Fixing my delivery truck. Looking at me like he wants more than the cupcakes I keep fining him for stealing.
Now I’m wearing his jersey, sleeping in his bed, and pretending our expiration date doesn’t bother me.
When my kitchen is finished, we’re finished.
That’s the deal.
Unfortunately, I made it with a man who gets paid to break the rules.