What to do when the sexy hockey player you've been avoiding suddenly becomes your roommate? Make ""no touch"" rules. Obviously. I've spent months dodging Leo Parker's attempts to score a second date. Yes he's gorgeous. Yes he plays for the Louisiana Voodoo. Yes he kisses like it's an Olympic sport. But he's also six years younger than I am and— plot twist —I used to babysit him when he was twelve. But when a hurricane destroys my restaurant (and the storage closet I've been sleeping in) Parker swoops in with the perfect solution. Move in with him. Temporarily. With RULES: No sex Clothes stay ON in common areas Hugging but only before 5pm But living with Parker means watching him do everything without a shirt on. Hearing him moan over my cooking like it's foreplay. And discovering he's not just a pretty face—he's funny generous and seems to like me...just the way I am. Soon we're roadtripping