Night Sweats and Hockey Nets

When I kissed her in that crowded bar, I had no idea she was my coach’s daughter. I know better, believe me. It’ll never happen again.I’m on the cusp of hanging up my hockey skates forever while embroiled in a custody battle for my young daughter. I have no business getting involved with any woman. Least of all the one that’s totally off limits.Chloe, meanwhile, is embarking on a new chapter in life, determined to push aside pesky signs of impending middle age and focus on fun and adventure. Which means she has no problem exercising her flirting skills–or flaunting her impressive hockey moves and sultry good looks. In fact, I think she enjoys torturing me.When I need a nanny to prove to the judge I have the means to take care of my daughter, Chloe steps in as the perfect solution. Before I know it, she’s moved into my house, filling it with her vibrant energy and charm, and winning over both my daughter and me. It’s getting harder and harder to deny I have a crush on my coach’s daughter, my kid’s nanny. Suddenly, Chloe isn’t the only one breaking out into night sweats…