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Two chill people who are totally hot for each other.
It all starts with pants that weren’t designed for hockey butts, some measuring tape, and a fitting room that leaves no room to hide…anything.
Bridget Cross can alter clothes to fit any hockey player’s build—she just thought adjusting her life to fit NHL goalie Craig “The Wall” Bowman into it would be easy-breezy.
No strings. No loose threads. No problem…
Except the NYC starter keeps coming back to small town Kenton, BC every off-season, she plays the no-strings game like a champ for four summers, and neither of them is as detached as they’re pretending to be. Especially when Bridget ends things with Craig so she can be available for the kind of serious relationship she finally admits to wanting—without asking for a commitment from him.
They’re both totally chill about this!
Until Bowie gets injured during goalie camp because he was distracted and she stays at his place to nurse him through a concussion.
He’s blocked thousands of shots, but he never stood a chance against her.
I’m not as superstitious as the press makes me out to be. Yes, I talk to goalposts every game. It’s called showing gratitude. They’re a part of my team, and it’s literally my job to protect them—what am I gonna do? Not thank the pipes every time we block a goal? I am not a monster.
