Hockey defines Owen Carter’s existence. He lives and breathes the sport. A man’s man, no one—not even his parents—knows the truth about his sexuality. When his teammates set him up using Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand service, he resigns himself to the idea of a blonde bimbo. The last thing the Owen expected to find was devastatingly sexy and intensely male cop Addison Krause. Addison’s everything Owen imagined in the perfect guy, but can he take his shot or will he let the best thing that ever happened to him walk away?
“Can’t risk it. As soon as the whispers begin, you’re done. How would it feel if every time someone took me down on the ice and screamed faggot at me, they actually meant it?” He finished off the wine in his glass. “I’ve been aware I was gay my entire life, even if I didn’t understand what that meant. When I looked at the big leagues I realized there isn’t a single gay player. Not one who has come out after the fact either. Statistically there must be some. The rumor mill runs overtime, and it tends to change on a regular basis. I’m not ready to be the first professional hockey player to come out.” Owen refilled his glass. “I’m so far in the closet, not even the dust bunnies can find me.”