It was supposed to be one night.

Now I can't seem to let him go.

As a single mom, my life is built on routine, responsibility, and putting my son first. There isn't room for distractions—especially not from a playboy hockey player with a reputation as big as his ego.

One night with Sawyer Hill, star forward for the Grizzlies, was supposed to be a moment of indulgence. Nothing more.

Only . . . he keeps showing up. Keeps looking at me like I matter. And worst of all, he looks at my son like he plans to stay.

But I’ve trusted the wrong man before, and I won’t make that mistake again.

Except—the more he shows me who he is, the harder it is to walk away.