Nerdy girls like me don’t stand a chance with hunky, billionaire hockey gods. Yet I’m dating one. And even though it’s a fake relationship, it sure doesn’t feel fake under the covers. I’ve never forgotten that deliriously sizzling night I met Noah Harrington. He rescued me from a wilderness car crash, and our physical connection alone electrified his cabin. But then I saw his wedding photos. No need sticking around for a liar. Years later, my brother gets me a job with his hockey team. And surprise. I meet his best friend, the team Noah, who doesn’t even recognize me. But I know him. Maybe. I mean he’s stupid hot and way too charming for nerdy me, and then there are those wedding photos that haunt my thoughts, but I can’t keep my mind (and my hands) off this bad boy. Things shift when I try to get away from a handsy co-worker and I impulsively blurt out that Noah’s my boyfriend. Noah will play along if I agree to pretend for his family also. Game on.