LandonSo much for being the golden boy. The once-fawning press called me the rising star of the NHL. Now they get their rocks off on the viral snap shot of my buck-naked backside mashed up against my penthouse’s window, tangled with an attention-hungry woman’s legs.Goodbye, post-season winning streak. Goodbye, Stanley Cup. Goodbye, dating - not that I was doing much of that before .My agent promises to make the rumors disappear by hiring the best lawyer in Ottawa. But Indira Davé's no longer the quiet, gawky goalie I played with in grade seven. She's all confidence and drive-you-insane curves. And that smart mouth of hers has me thinking about a thousand ways I could shut it up. Or have it scream my name.She doesn’t trust me, but I can't unsee the real Indi. If she lets me in, I'll never let her go.IndiNope. There's no way I still have that pubescent crush on Landon Radek. Doesn’t matter how outrageously good-looking he is, I won’t fall for his charm or dimpled smile this time.I'm his lawyer. He's my lying-through-his-teeth client. And I hate him. For reasons I’d rather leave in the past.A half-bottle of red wine has me blurting a precious secret and Landon comes up with a filthy proposition. If I accept it - BIG if with a capital I - I have strict rules.Feelings are an absolute no-go. Both of our careers hinge on the utmost discretion. Though, the more he proves he’s still the boy I adored many years ago, the less control I have over my well-protected heart.
