Aimee It's stupid. Making a wish for love on my thirtieth birthday sounds ridiculous. As a divorced, single mom of a hockey-obsessed eleven-year-old, that ship has sailed. Unless I can magically find an unmarried man at my local hockey rink, but that's more ridiculous than my birthday wish. At least, I think it is until I fall flat on my face in front of a handsome mystery man at the ice rink. Looking into those dark brown eyes, maybe—-just maybe—-wishes do come true. Taggart Life as a professional hockey player is busy, especially in the middle of relocating to Utah after the sale of my team. Between finding a house, helping with youth hockey clinics, and my regular off-season training, I don't have time for a relationship. But when a beautiful woman falls on the ice in front of me, I find myself looking for every reason to clear my schedule. Something about Aimee is so alluring, and it feels like fate when we wind up having a mutual friend. It's been so long since I've been romantically involved with anyone, but maybe this time, I'll take my shot.