The first time I met Max Yearwood was on a blind date。
Max was insanely gorgeous， funny， and our chemistry was off the charts。 He also had the biggest dimples I’d ever laid eyes on。
Exactly what I needed after my breakup。
Or so I thought… 
Until my real date arrived。
Turned out， Max wasn’t who I was there to meet。 He only pretended to be until my real date showed up。
To say I was disappointed would be an understatement。
Before he left， he slipped me a ticket to a hockey game a few blocks away， in case things didn’t work out on my actual date。
I tossed the ticket into my purse and went about trying to enjoy the man I was supposed to meet。
But my real blind date and I had no connection。
So on my way home， I decided to take a chance and stop by the game。
When I arrived， the seat next to me was empty。
Disappointed again， I decided to leave at the end of the period。
Just before the buzzer， one of the teams scored， and the entire arena went crazy。
A player’s face flashed up on the Jumbotron。 He was wearing a helmet， but I froze when he smiled。
You guessed it: Dimples。
Apparently， my fake blind date hadn’t invited me to watch hockey with him， he’d invited me to watch him play。
And so began my adventure with Max Yearwood。
He was everything I needed at the time—fun， sexy， up for anything， and only around for a few months since he’d signed with a new team three-thousand miles away。
Max proposed we spend the summer helping me forget my ex。 It sounded like a good plan。 Things couldn’t get too serious when we had an expiration date。 Right？
Though， you know what they say about the best-laid plans。