Snap Shot

<p><strong>Landon</strong></p><p>So much for being the golden boy.</p><p>The once-fawning press called me the rising star of the NHL. Now they get their rocks off on the viral snap shot of my buck-naked backside mashed up against my penthouse's window, tangled with an attention-hungry woman's legs.</p><p>Goodbye, post-season winning streak. Goodbye, Stanley Cup. Goodbye, dating - <em>not that I was doing much of that before.</em></p><p>My agent promises to make the rumors disappear by hiring the best lawyer in Ottawa. But Indira Dav��'s no longer the quiet, gawky goalie I played with in grade seven. She's all confidence and drive-you-insane curves. And that smart mouth of hers has me thinking about a thousand ways I could shut it up. Or have it scream my name.</p><p>She doesn't trust me, but I can't unsee the real Indi. If she lets me in, I'll never let her go.</p><p><br></p><p><strong>Indi</strong></p><p>Nope. There's no way I still have that pubescent crush on Landon Radek. Doesn't matter how outrageously good-looking he is, I won't fall for his charm or dimpled smile this time.</p><p>I'm his lawyer. He's my lying-through-his-teeth client. And I <em>hate </em>him. For reasons I'd rather leave in the past.</p><p>A half-bottle of red wine has me blurting a precious secret and Landon comes up with a filthy proposition. If I accept it - <em>BIG if with a capital I </em>- I have strict rules.</p><p>Feelings are an absolute no-go. Both of our careers hinge on the utmost discretion. Though, the more he proves he's still the boy I adored many years ago, the less control I have over my well-protected heart.</p>