The worst thing about falling for your enemy isn't the rivalry. It's realizing he may have never been your enemy at all. Everyone in Dawston University knows two things. Evangeline Winslow Abberweitch is untouchable. Dawston's golden girl in a lab coat, a future scientist with a sharp tongue, and the kind of girl everyone wants to befriend-except for the one ice-cold hockey captain who seems determined to stay in her orbit. Keeve Malachi Kavanagh doesn't touch anyone. Ruthless, blue-eyed captain of Dawston's hockey team, as cold as the ice he rules, and Angie's sworn enemy. They've hated each other for years. He calls her Princess just to watch her snap. She calls him an arse because it's easier than wondering why he never leaves her alone. But one desperate phone call changes everything. When no one else answers, he's the one who picks up. Suddenly, the line between love and hate begins to blur. The sparks between ice and fire threaten to burn down more than either of them is prepared for. Maybe the greatest rivalry at Dawston was never a rivalry at all.