A chance encounter with a masked stranger at charity event ball led to an incredible kiss and a night of hot sex. The kiss was my goal for that night, a baby step forward after my husband’s death a year ago. The hot sex? Not so much.

 

You know what else hadn’t been my goal? 

 

To be knocked up by a man whose identity is a mystery to me. 

 

So now I’m preparing for my impending motherhood (the result of my dead husband’s popsicle sperm, as the story goes) and planning a fundraiser to provide books for foster kids. 

 

The latter is where hot hockey player Logan Mathews comes in...

 

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The last time I saw Kiera Ashdown was the night of the Jingle Balls masquerade ball. She’d wanted her first time with a man after her husband’s death to be with a stranger. 

 

After my NHL team trades me to San Francisco, where my daughter and ex-wife live, I’m determined to be a better father and not repeat past mistakes. My hockey career and my daughter come first. 

 

The last thing I expect to discover is that Kiera is my seven-year-old daughter’s teacher. The last thing I expect to learn is that she’s pregnant with my dead best friend’s child. 

 

And the last thing I want to admit is that I was the one who made love to Kiera—several times—the night of the ball.

 

Because if she ever found out that I’d lied to her, I could lose her friendship. I could lose so much more...