Noah Scotch is revered in Boston, a veritable god on the ice. I’m a nerdy, newly minted college professor who would rather color code my planner than hit the club scene. Noah shouldn’t look at me twice but when he does, I falter. 

Who can blame me? 

The sweet talker with the deliciously chiseled abs and sinful chocolate eyes is a force. On and off the ice. One hot and intense night with Noah has me second guessing my lack of a dating life. 

Friends with benefits? He offers, I dive in headfirst. Growing up in a hockey family, I know better than to get serious with a player. 

But the more time I spend getting to know Noah, the more my intention to keep things casual rings false. 

Now, I’ve got a hopeful heart and a baby on the way.