The Flirting Game

Revenge was the plan. Falling for the hockey star next door wasn't. My new neighbor is a hot, grumpy hockey player who works out shirtless on his porch every morning. But it's not technically spying if I just happen to be on my patio at the same time ... right? Imagine my surprise when the sexy grouch turns out to be the client who just hired me to redecorate the house he's giving his mom. What's a ray of sunshine like me to do? Pretend I've never noticed his abs while we pick out furniture-since I'd never date a client. And Ford's made it clear this is his final season, and he wants zero distractions. Which means I need to exercise some serious resistance ... To his cool blue eyes that track my every move. To that deep voice that makes me shiver. And to the mouth that shuts me up one night in our shared backyard with a scorching kiss. We agree it's a one-time slip-up-until my cheating ex invites me to a party, and Ford insists on being my revenge date. Our fake night out turns into a very real sleepover. Now the press and fans think we're a couple, so we keep it up. One fake date at a charity gala turns into another at a hockey game, and somewhere between fabric swatches and porch picnics, I stop pretending. But how do I convince Ford that with me, he can have both love and hockey?

Revenge was the plan. Falling for the hockey star next door wasn't. My new neighbor is a hot, grumpy hockey player who works out shirtless on his porch every morning. But it's not technically spying if I just happen to be on my patio at the same time ... right? Imagine my surprise when the sexy grouch turns out to be the client who just hired me to redecorate the house he's giving his mom. What's a ray of sunshine like me to do? Pretend I've never noticed his abs while we pick out furniture-since I'd never date a client. And Ford's made it clear this is his final season, and he wants zero distractions. Which means I need to exercise some serious resistance ... To his cool blue eyes that track my every move. To that deep voice that makes me shiver. And to the mouth that shuts me up one night in our shared backyard with a scorching kiss. We agree it's a one-time slip-up-until my cheating ex invites me to a party, and Ford insists on being my revenge date. Our fake night out turns into a very real sleepover. Now the press and fans think we're a couple, so we keep it up. One fake date at a charity gala turns into another at a hockey game, and somewhere between fabric swatches and porch picnics, I stop pretending. But how do I convince Ford that with me, he can have both love and hockey?