All of Me

I don’t want anything from you, Zoe. I just want you.

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Championships. I have two.

Norris Trophies. Three of those.

Conn Smythe. Yep, one of those too.

Endorsements. I’ve completely lost count.

Perfectly decorated McMansion in a gated community on a golf course. Check.

Someone to share it with…that part…that still eludes me. So much so I’ve given up.

My profession and my looks attract women who want either my bank account or my body, often both. But an interest in the me without the jersey? I’ve given up hope of ever meeting that woman. If she even exists.

Then Zoe Gordon literally crashed into my life.

She didn’t know who I was. And she didn’t care.

She didn’t care because she had no intention of prolonging our week of bliss into anything more.

But I did.

All I had to do was convince her that being 12 years older than me was of no consequence.

Until her son becomes my teammate…that won’t change anything…will it?