When you spend a billion to buy a hockey team, the team captain is absolutely off-limits. Ace Cardinal is everything I can't broad shoulders, a jawline that could cut glass, and the kind of quiet intensity that makes a woman forget she signs his paycheck. He's ten years older. He's my employee. He's the reason forty thousand people show up on game night. And after one reckless evening at a bar I shouldn't have been in, he's the reason I can't stop thinking about leather couches and bad decisions. Rules I set for Don't touch the talent. Don't let anyone past the security detail—or the walls. Don't fall for a man who calls you "Miss Boswell" in public and your actual name in the dark. I broke every single one. Now my mother's back after fifteen years of silence, my head of security knows more about my love life than I do, and the man I told myself was a one-time thing keeps looking at me through the glass like I'm the only person in the arena. I'm a billionaire. I can buy anything. Except a way out of this.