Let's Do This

"Shaw: Ever since we met two years ago, Eden Burkehammer has made everything better. The big defenseman sets me at ease. He's a beast on the ice--brutal and physical--but when it's the two of us, he turns to me with these unexpectedly soft brown eyes. This gravelly laugh that makes my whole body smile. And yeah, I might have thrown a glance his way a time or two in the steamed-up locker room showers--you know, just curious. But he's my best friend. My teammate. Roommate. I don't want to mess with that. Just the thought of losing him sends a cold zap the full length of my spine. Besides, I've never gone there with a guy, and he's never given a single hint he has either. Until one morning when I sign for his delivery. An envelope that contains something I never--in my life--would have guessed. And, suddenly, I'm thinking about him in a whole new way. Burk: I can't look at Shaw Keenan for too long. When he leans across my truck console, with that whip-quick smile, I get this catch in my throat and focus on the road. Or when he tips his goalie mask up onto his head, hair askew and a flush of adrenaline on his cheeks, I skate back toward the blue line. I don't know why. My head's confused about a lot of stuff. Always has been. But what I do know is that I've never thought about anyone the way I think about him. Especially when he steps through my doorway--in nothing but a pair of thin running shorts and that backwards pink ballcap he always wears--holding a package I ordered on a whim. And he's looking at me in a way he never has before. It's game over after that."-- $c Amazon websit