Meant For

I had one thing on my mind and that was never going to change: The game. The only goal I had was beating the records set by my family. I didn’t have time for anything else. Until she walked in the room. The earth shifted, just like the stories said it would. I said it wouldn’t happen—not to me. I didn’t have the time, but now she was the only thing on my mind. I knew it was her. Now I had to convince her.

I came from the biggest hockey family in the NHL. Records were set by my grandfather, my father, and now my brother. I was taught to love the game, but more than that, I learned early the men you play with are your family. You get on the ice every night and protect them, celebrate the wins, and pick each other up when you fall. So when we lost Benji, I stepped in to help his wife and kids, but this pull I feel when it comes to them is something more than I can even understand.

When I first met him, I got butterflies in my stomach. I thought it was silly and pushed it aside. Avoided him. Besides, I was taken—unavailable. Or so I thought. That was before he hired me to take over his company’s PR. Now that we were working with each other, that meant he was completely off-limits. Until one night in Vegas.

The day I picked out my wedding dress is the day I found out my fiancé was cheating on me. After that, I needed an escape. A distraction to take my mind off what a mess my life was. It was supposed to be a one-night thing. Then it turned into more. We knew going in that it was for two weeks. Then, two pink lines changed everything.