"White bread and processed meat before a game?" I stared at the league's most superstitious goaltender. "You might as well be eating cardboard." Carter Sullivan is Indianapolis' wall on ice—a two-time All-Star with an unbreakable pre-game ritual and the best save percentage in the league. I'm a sports nutritionist with a PhD, hard data, and zero patience for athletes who think lucky socks outperform science. My assignment? Fix his third-period crashes without touching his precious routines. Simple, right? Except Carter isn't just stubbornly traditional. He's infuriatingly... adaptable. And the way his eyes lock with mine during our nutrition sessions? It's breaking every professional boundary I've set. Now late-night protein shake consultations turn into breathless confessions. Team dinners simmer with tension thicker than his recovery smoothies. And walking away? Impossible. Because falling for him wasn't part of the protocol. But neither was discovering he's researching my methods at 2 AM... or the way his gentle hands map the curves of my body like he's memorizing a new routine. Read on A sizzling sports romance where science and superstition collide. This BWWM hockey love story delivers heart-pounding third-period tension, steamy encounters, and proves that even the most rigid routines can be deliciously disrupted. HEA guaranteed!