Sometimes the worst in life brings your next best thing.
I heard of Shay Mendez before I met her. She baked. Was reportedly grumpy. Loved her big family. And had sinful curves she kept most men away from with her moody gaze.
We had little in common, except for the most important thing…
At college, Shay and I locked eyes in a grief support group. Both away from Starlight Canyon, she was the anchor I badly needed to keep me from floating away into darkness. My first girlfriend was my polar opposite, but everything I ever needed. Sadly, fate didn’t agree.
After years apart, with me in the NHL and her becoming a single mom, I run into Shay in Vegas of all places. A hundred teardrops, a dozen shots and two wedding rings later, we wake up in the morning married. Much like back in college, Shay and I have a lot to offer one another.
That morning in Vegas we write the perfect playbook for our fake marriage, orchestrating it right through the final buzzer. But I won’t let it end the way she thinks it does.
This time, we win.
