What’s a girl to do when her longtime hockey crush offers her a marriage of convenience? Say YES. Obviously. I’ve spent three years lusting after Grammercy Graves on my (supposedly anonymous) hockey romance podcast—breaking down his stats his plays that panty-melting Cajun accent... The entire internet knows he’s my dream guy. What they don’t know? I’m a broke single mom who just lost her job—and the health insurance my daughter needs. When Grammercy finds me crying in a supply closet at a team party he offers the wildest solution: Fake marriage. Real benefits. One year. No strings. No S-E-X. Just shared coverage and a room with my name on it. But he’s so good with my daughter. So generous so funny so kind. And when it’s just the two of us? He treats me like I’m someone special. Like I’m his. Soon every kiss for the cameras turns into a kiss we can’t stop and it’s getting harder and harder to remember