Checking the Center

<p><strong><em>USA Today bestseller Delancey Stewart brings you a forced-proximity naked-man-on-my-couch hockey romcom that'll have you snort laughing! Grab the prequel to her new hockey romcom series: The Wilcox Wombats... and get ready to giggle! </em></strong></p><p></p><p>You have to be pretty desperate to consult someone known as the drunken psychic for insight into your love life. </p><p>But that's me: </p><ul><li>Working in a bakery despite dreaming of culinary school</li><li>Hanging out with my happily married friends and trying not to be gut-twistingly jealous</li><li>And renting a blissfully sweet one-bedroom apartment on the banks of a river that is a much needed refuge. </li></ul><p>Until now...</p><p></p><p>Because tonight after trying to make heads or tails of the psychic's mysterious pronouncements about my love life <strong>I arrive home to find a man on my couch. </strong></p><p><strong>A very naked very muscley very handsome man. </strong></p><p></p><p>Did I mention he was butt naked? </p><p></p><p>And things only get more confusing from there. We have a whole conversation. In which he reveals that he is the star center for the Wilcox Wombats hockey team Rock Stevens. And that Rock is actually his real name. And that he's in town for a week for an all-star pickleball tournament. </p><p></p><p>Oh and that my apartment? Is actually HIS apartment. And he won't leave. </p><p></p><p>As we try to navigate our sudden forced-roommates situation while the landlord gets to the bottom of the mixup Rock decides to turn the tables. Instead of being annoyed that I'm in his apartment he suddenly becomes charming. Sweet even. And while I know it's a mistake I let him charm me right up onto the kitchen counter and... well you can imagine the rest. </p><p></p><p>He's only in town for a week. Surely I can protect my silly single heart for that long? But with every stolen kiss and whispered promise I can't help but wonder if I'm the one getting played. </p><p></p>