The plan was simple: just me my boy and hockey. I’m the unapproachable NHL captain with a reputation for chewing up reporters in interviews forwards on the ice and shutting down anyone who tries to get close to me. And that’s how I like it—no feelings no complications and zero chance of reliving the grief I experienced when my wife passed away seven years ago. But sometimes the best laid plans go up in flames and that’s exactly what Collins Mackenzie does when strolls into a bar one post-game night and gives me a taste of the cold shoulder I’ve bestowed on all those around me. The only person she doesn’t dismiss? My boy. In fact she lights him up with her pink hair and perfectly winged eyeliner leaving him fascinated and me infatuated. There’s only one problem: she’s nine years younger convinced I’m not her type and doesn’t do relationships. She doesn’t even hang around in the same city beyond a few months. Trouble is I want her permanence right next