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I always thought Axel Stevens and I would live happily ever after. But he's never liked me back. His best friend, though? Jacob Miller has made his feelings for me very clear. He's the sweetest guy I know. His past is heartbreaking. And I want to make his future bright enough to make up for it. But one kiss changes everything. Maybe we were always just meant to be friends. He wants to fake date me so I can make Axel jealous. There's just one problem with that. My feelings for Jacob aren't fake. Every moment we spend together, I fall harder. And he doesn't.

I've never been kissed. Because I saved my first kiss for my best friend, Axel Stevens. And he gave his away to someone else like it meant nothing. I was hoping that reinventing myself over the summer would make him finally see me. But I'm just as invisible as ever. Doomed to never being kissed. Until a masked stranger pulls me into a dark closet and steals the kiss I'd been saving so long for someone else. Instead of pushing him off of me, I pull him closer. I've never felt so desired in my life. But then he walks away without even telling me his name.

The rumors you've heard about the summer games are true. I mean...what do you expect when you put a bunch of sex-starved athletes in the best shape of their lives together in one small village? But it doesn't matter to me. I'm focused on winning gold. Who cares if the hottest guy at the summer games seems intent on winning me over? Because I'm focused on...wait, what was I focusing on again?

I care deeply for all my patients, but falling in love with one was never a risk. My heart had closed up shop years ago. As the Boston Guardians' in-house therapist, I was perfectly content helping athletes deal with their pain and trauma, happy to see others thrive and overcome life's obstacles. I was content… until I wasn't. Everything changed when a devastating accident shattered the life of the club's star goalie—Caleb Donovan. I was tasked with saving him from his self-sabotaging ways and told to become his beacon of hope and savior in the darkness.

Never fall in love with a client. Just one of the many guidelines you must follow when you represent the best athletes in the game. The rule never bothered me. A pretty smile from a cocky player couldn't do it for me anyway. As a no-nonsense sports agent, I've seen it all in this cutthroat world of athletic negotiations and powerplays. Say what you will about me, I know how to handle business. The only person who pretends I'm not a freaking bada-s is Trent Nichols, the infuriating, albeit sexy-as-all-hell, Boston Guardians general manager.

One of the cardinal rules of matchmaking I was positive I'd never break. That is until Nathan Wilder walked into Love Moore Matchmaking Agency, needing my help to find him the one. A tall order to ask since he was the most hated man in the NHL. Broody. Crude. Abrasive. The man was a six-foot-three walking red flag. Right off the bat, every fiber of my being told me he'd be trouble. He wasn't looking for love. It was all a PR stunt to clean up his image so he could keep playing for the Boston Guardians. But there was something in his sad, soulful eyes that just pulled me in.

I will never take a single day for granted again. Despite everything, I’m still here. I’m still breathing. And I’m not going anywhere. Even though 16 years have passed, my heart still belongs to Matthew Caldwell. And I think it’s about time we start our forever.