Waiting To Play

It was one night trapped with a hockey god due to a hurricane. We shared one bed too. I also ignored the little fact that Vaughn has always been my brother's rival on the ice. And when the storm cleared, so did Vaughn. Months later, he shows up in my hospital room in Lake Spark where it only takes one look at me and the man is counting back in his head, or maybe it's my face that explains it all.

He's going to be a dad. And I didn't tell him.

His eyes inform me that he won't let me off easy. He wants answers to why I kept this a secret-and he quite possibly needs a scotch for his nerves too. Vaughn is soon adamant that he isn't going anywhere, especially as he is the new general manager of our hockey team that trains in town. He also has a list of demands that I owe him due to my secret keeping. Hence, why I move into his house. I'm not sure if developing feelings for a man with a wicked smirk is good for me or our child, but he's becoming more than my baby daddy. And it turns out that Vaughn's head has been working overtime, because the family image that I've dreamed about is the game that Vaughn seems to have been waiting to play . . .

Contains mature themes.