I needed a role model for my son. A big brother to mentor him. What I didn’t need was a rebellious hockey player famous for his on and off rink fights. I should have said no. Should have vetoed the idea the second I heart it. But I didn’t. Why, you ask. Two words. Liam. Dalton. God’s gift to the universe, not to mention the needy spot between my legs. I didn’t want to like him. I didn’t want his name on my lips. But the second I heard mine on his, I couldn’t help but wonder if my son’s big brother… …could be my big daddy.