Suits and Skates

Three years of fourteen-hour days and flawless campaigns, and I'm still "the goalie's little sister who got lucky." My shot at marketing director depends on one impossible assignment: media-training Garrett Sullivan.

The man the press calls "The Iceman." Six-foot-four of shutdown defenseman who makes reporters cry and sponsors nervous. He's also my brother's best friend—which makes him professionally complicated and personally off-limits.

But our strategy sessions keep turning into something else.

He argues with me like I'm his equal. Looks at me like he's seeing past every wall I've built. And when he shows me who he really is—the man who cooks dinner and plans secret arcade dates, who hasn't let anyone close since the last person used his trust against him—I start forgetting why this is a terrible idea.

If anyone finds out, I lose everything—my career, my brother's trust, and the man I'm falling for.

So why can't I stop thinking about what those calloused hands would feel like tangled in my hair?

Brother's best friend. Forbidden attraction. Workplace romance. She's supposed to fix his image—not fall for the man behind it.