Persephone Miller's never had a chance to fall in love, unlike the rest of her lovesick college friends. After recently starting a new job as the PR manager for the Boston Bruins, she finally feels like she's settling into adulthood. Although, with one of her best friends' weddings quickly approaching, her unfavorable luck in love has left her dateless, and feeling left behind.
Max Morin. As brooding as he is handsome, the star centre for the Boston Bruins isn't your typical charming, womanizer of a hockey player. After a series of private life revelation, his love for life and work is fading, with the media only squeezing more and more for him as days tick over. The only person who puts him at ease is the clubs new PR manager, her soft smiles from across the room creating a new definition of the word comforting.
So when Max finds Persephone in a quiet stairwell after a game, crying over her need for a wedding date, he does something entirely out of his usual emotional bounds, proposing an arrangement. He'll be her date, out of the goodness of his heart, if she promises to make him laugh, just the once.
But once both parties find something beneficial in the lives of the other, they find themselves in a web of never-ending arrangements. The pair soon find themselves being pulled together with something stronger than just the confirmation of a handshake, something more needing than just an arrangement.
It was never meant to be real, but was it ever truly fake?
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Never in a million years did I think I would cross paths with him again.
Michael Woods.
The boy who broke my heart. The boy who picked hockey over me. The boy who left me behind.
After giving three years of my life to him, it was all over after his college graduation. He went his way and I went mine. But I never imagined landing a job at his agency when I moved to Boston four years later, let alone as his assistant.
A job that's meant for me to service him, do as he asks, and give him all smiles.
So, I play the part. I play the nice, kind, sweet assistant in public and ignore him like my life depends on it in private.
The thought of getting close to him again terrifies me because I know. I know that once I let him again, I'll never be able to let him out. And if I do, it'll be at the cost of my heart, and this time he'll leave it broken beyond repair.
I used to think he was forever mine.
But hockey changed everything.
What would he do now if he had to make that choice?
Me? Or hockey? Or both?
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TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of death by accident and depression