Max proposed we spend the summer helping me forget my ex. He was everything I needed at the time-fun, sexy, up for anything, and only around for a few months since he'd signed with a new team three-thousand miles away. He was wearing a helmet, but I froze when he smiled.Īpparently, my fake blind date hadn't invited me to watch hockey with him, he'd invited me to watch him play.Īnd so began my adventure with Max Yearwood. A player's face flashed up on the Jumbotron. Just before the buzzer, one of the teams scored, and the entire arena went crazy. Disappointed again, I decided to leave at the end of the period. When I arrived, the seat next to me was empty. So on my way home, I decided to take a chance and stop by the game. I tossed the ticket into my purse and went about trying to enjoy the man I was supposed to meet.īut my real blind date and I had no connection. Before he left, he slipped me a ticket to a hockey game a few blocks away, in case things didn't work out on my actual date. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. He only pretended to be until my real date showed up. Turned out, Max wasn't who I was there to meet. He also had the biggest dimples I'd ever laid eyes on.Įxactly what I needed after my breakup.Or so I thought.Until my real date arrived. Max was insanely gorgeous, funny, and our chemistry was off the charts. The first time I met Max Yearwood was on a blind date. A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland.
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