NHL hotshot Torsten Hansen is a lot of things. My husband shouldn’t be one of them.
One emotional night slinging tequila shots and singing karaoke with the Hawks defenseman turns into more than I bargained for. A wicked hangover, an eviction notice, and a marriage proposal.
If Torsten and I wed, he can fulfill a promise to his grandmother and the debt I’m drowning in will be paid by his trust fund. It’s a win-win, an easy and straightforward arrangement between friends.
So what if my friend has piercing blue eyes, a sensual smirk, and a body that occupies my dreams? It shouldn’t matter that Torsten understands my past and makes me feel safe. Home.
Except it does. Because if I give my heart to my husband, how will I survive our eventual divorce?
