I wasn’t looking for love.
Falling for someone would dishonor the memory of my late husband.
But wouldn’t you know it.
Love found me anyway—in the form of a NHL player who was celebrating Christmas in Holiday Peak.
Brody Tucker’s reputation preceded him.
But he brought me back to life again—made me realize I was only going through the motions.
Now one question remains.
Can I move forward with him, find happiness again with a guy who seemed to know my deepest thoughts, my private secrets even though I had no idea how?
I was ready to make the leap, take a chance on love, until I discovered the Sweet Talker was playing an off ice game I knew nothing about.
