Play the Game (Blue Devils Hockey, #1)

by S.J. Sylvis

“Emory. Is this your…girlfriend? Introduce me. She’s hot.” “For fuck’s sake,” I mumble. It’s like Ford and I never went to opposite sides of the United States. I’m somehow still dealing with an idiot.

I’ve gotta admit, this is probably the most romantic way anyone has ever asked a woman to marry them. A forced lap dance in a strip club, with a prenup, NDA, and a contract waiting to be signed in my car. What can I say? I’m a romantic at heart.

“Ring is on the counter.” My muscles tense when I hear her sarcastic huff of breath. “How romantic,” she mumbles.