Sam Walters made a deal with the devil.
In order to win a much-needed contract as physical therapist to one of the NHL’s leading hockey teams, Sam must delay the recovery of their sniper, Mac Wanowski. The trouble is, the more she gets to know the taciturn hockey player, the more she aches to help him.
Mac ‘The Hammer’ Wanowski chased the Stanley Cup dream for too many years. Last time he was close it had cost him his wife. As injuries continue to plague the team, Mac works to catch a killer and keep the woman he’s come to love from the hands of a madman.
HOCKEY CAN BE A DANGEROUS SPORT, ESPECIALLY WHEN MILLIONS OF DOLLARS ARE AT STAKE.
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Mac halted on the edge of the tree line and eyed the distance between them and the relative protection of the cabin. He’d assured Sam their shooter was nothing more than an inept hunter, but he wasn’t so sure. Something about the guy’s stance and his effort to stay hidden, even after the accidental shot, didn’t ring true. There were too many coincidences and they all seemed directed toward keeping him away from the playoffs. As soon as they got to the landline he planned to call Doc and get Sam off the mountain.
“Tired?” she asked, her husky voice a warm caress.
He turned and a wry smile twisted his lips. Her perky hat was squashed on one side from her fall, twigs embedded in the thick white fur and one lone jaunty leaf sticking out the top like Robin Hood’s feather.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
Now the smile became a grin. “You have a… ah…” He plucked the feather/leaf from her cap.
“Oh,” she said, startled. She met his gaze with a sparkle lighting her incredible blue eyes. “Don’t like my fashion sense?”
He liked that about her. She had a quirky sense of humor. They’d been through a stressful day and here she was, a beautiful smile on those luscious lips as she made fun of her dishevelment. Sam wasn’t like any woman he’d ever met. “I like it… you, just fine,” he admitted.
She blushed rather adorably. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She shivered and stared wistfully at the promising heat of the cabin. “Is it safe?”
Which proved she was as smart as she was gorgeous.
“I guess we’ll find out.” He readjusted the crutches under his arms. “I’ll go first. Wait a few minutes, then follow.”
She shook her head and pushed past before he realized what she was up to.
“Sam,” he called, trying not to trip over his snowshoes as he got turned around. “Give me skates over these rabbit feet any day,” he muttered. “Sam, wait.”
“Not sure if you heard, Wanowski, but it’s the twenty-first century, women’s lib is a thing. Besides. I’m not the one who’s injured.” She set off at a brisk pace, her snow bunny outfit a bright splash of color in the black and white scenery.
In other circumstances, he might have been tempted to explore the sparks between him and the therapist, but Mac wasn’t looking for a relationship, and she had serious enquiries only written all over her delectable body.