brother’s arch-nemesis. When I mess up, I do it epically. I manage to avoid him—until he’s traded to the team I work for and avoidance stops being an option. Now we’re stuck in meetings, on road trips, and working late at the arena, where the air between us is thicker than it has any right to be. I’ve spent years hating him. Hating how that night ended. Hating the way he made me feel seen… But Nick doesn’t act like a man who regrets a fling. He acts like a man who lost something. And as the truth about that night starts to surface, I’m faced with a possibility I hate even more than him. I haven’t been holding a grudge. I’ve been holding the one man who never stopped wanting me at arm’s length. And if I’m not careful, the enemy I’ve been fighting might be the only man who’s ever fought for me.