Sabien What does a billionaire hockey player and a clueless dog walker have in common? Besides my dog, we both enjoyed spending one hot night burning up the sheets. And we both needed something desperately enough to strike a deal. Possibly the stupidest deal ever imagined according to my lawyer, but once it's done, we're in bed together—literally—for the duration of the season. The one rule is that we agree to part ways cleanly at the end of the contract. No contact allowed. Whether we want it or not...