The Defenseman’s Score: A Single Dad Slow Burn Hockey Romance: 2

The wall between our lodge rooms is too thin. It's two-fourteen in the morning. And the six-foot-three widowed defenseman next door is saying my name in the dark like it's the worst thing he has ever done.Tom Bankhurst is twelve years older than me.A widower of two years with his late wife's wedding ring on a silver chain at his throat.The single dad of the little girl in my first-grade class.The man who hasn't touched anyone since she died.There is a regulation about teachers and parents.I memorized it the day they hired me.It is not going to survive the next forty-eight hours.His hand at the small of my back when he walked me to my door.His thumb traced the inside of my wrist before he let go.His voice, low and ragged, on the other side of a wall that is suddenly very thin.But wait.The way he ties Lily's skates.The way he carries her sleeping from the car.The way he looks at me like he has been choosing me since the first day of school.This widower is making me want to play mommy.If only I could survive my one unbreakable rule long enough to let him.Open-door steam. Standalone with HEA. No cheating. No cliffhangers.Reader's Note: Banks has been holding his breath for two years. Harlow walked into Frostbite Falls planning to never be seen again. If you love quiet single dads, hurt-comfort that aches, and six-year-olds who say exactly the right thing at exactly the wrong time - Lily Bankhurst is waiting in chapter one.One-click The Defenseman's Score now - bring tissues.