Suits and Skates

Three years of fourteen-hour days and flawless campaigns, and I'm still "the goalie's little sister who got lucky."

The marketing director title should be mine. I've earned it ten times over. But my shot at proving that depends on one impossible man: Garrett Sullivan.

The press calls him "The Iceman"-six-foot-four of shutdown defenseman who just rolled his eyes at our title sponsor on live television. Now fixing him is my problem-and my only shot at the promotion I've bled for.

He's also my brother's best friend. Professionally dangerous. Personally off-limits.

But the man who stonewalls cameras is someone else behind closed doors. He keeps his grandmother's snow globe collection displayed like sacred relics. He looks at me like I'm someone worth figuring out. And he argues with me like I might actually be right.

Our strategy sessions start running late. Then later. Then into territory where the line between work and want disappears completely.

My brother's ultimatum lands like a blade: End it, or I tell Coach myself.

My boss is building a case to destroy me-and I'm running out of time to stop her.

Garrett wants to protect me. Fight for me. Burn down everything he's built if that's what it takes.

He doesn't see that saving me might cost us everything.

Brother's best friend. Forbidden attraction. Some risks are worth taking.