It’s literally my job to rub down hockey gods.
It started off so simple—I’m the team’s physical therapist.
It’s strictly professional. And they’re totally off-limits.
But then I moved in… With three of them.
And things got complicated.
Thomas is the smooth-talking flirt with a filthy mouth and abs that deserve their own fan club.
Rowan is the grumpy goalie who hates asking for help but melts when I touch him.
And Bruno is the silent, brooding wall of muscle who watches me like I’m already his.
One stolen kiss turned into four bodies in my bed.
Now a little blue stick says I’m carrying a souvenir…
Only, I have no clue who’s ‘daddy’.
So, I keep my growing belly a secret.
Just until I figure out what the hell I’m doing.
But when they find out I’m pregnant with TWINS.
They go full defense.
And make one thing very clear—
I’m theirs.
And they’re not sharing me with anyone but each other.