by Rebecca Jenshak

Release Date: February 15, 2021

I’m banished to Vermont for a scandal that wasn’t my fault, and broke because my famous father cut me off. And did I mention my roommate stole my boyfriend? Yeah, I’m loving my Moo U experience. 

Now I need a job, because this gel manicure won’t upkeep itself. The only available option is the last one I’d ever want--a job as the hockey team’s equipment manager. My plan is to do the bare minimum, get paid, and find my way back into my father’s good graces. 

I will not get involved with a hockey player, no matter how hot. They’re cocky. And obnoxious. I know their type, and I’m not willing to risk getting hurt again. Until Lex Vonne glides into my life looking like sin on a stick. 

He thinks I’m a spoiled brat. 
I think he’s using me to get ahead. 
But the fire I feel when we’re together is like a slapshot to my heart…



I flip on a lamp and then lean against the edge of the desk. “Do you want something to drink? I’ve got beer and Gatorade.”

“I want you to take off your shirt and kiss me,” she says.

Finally having her admit out loud that she wants me is a boost, but I’ve got a sense of Kaitlyn. If we fool around tonight without talking, we’ll be in the same place. She’ll walk out of here pretending it was nothing.

I grab two beers and offer her one. “If you could have a superpower, what would you choose?”

“A superpower?” A smile splits her lips.

“It was the first question that came to mind.” Probably because I’m using my super restraint to keep my dick from jumping up and slapping me for stopping to make idle conversation. “If you want me to take this off, you have to answer.”

“An answer for an article of clothing?”

I nod and she steps forward and takes the beer from me.

“I’d want to fly.”

“Fly?” I can’t help but chuckle at a response I wasn’t expecting. “No laser beam eyes to destroy your enemies?”

“Less effort and not as messy to just fly far away.”

I open the beer and take a drink before setting it on the desk and pull off my sweatshirt, then run a hand through my hair as I toss the balled-up fabric at her.

She easily catches it. “If I ask you a question, do I have to take something off?”

“Up to you.”


“I’ll give you a freebie.” Moving to the bed, I sit and motion with my head for her to do the same.

“I’d choose telepathy. Imagine how straightforward everything would be if we all knew exactly what other people were thinking.”

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