One wild night. Three dangerously off-limits men. And now? I'm staring at two pink lines . . .
I came to Miami for a reset, not romance—just sunshine and baby cuddles with my best friend's twins.
Not rooftop tequila with Rhett Collins, the tattooed defenseman who smolders like sin. Not stolen kisses with Hunter Grayson, the cocky hockey legend who makes chaos look sexy. And definitely not Landon Shaw—the team's new lawyer—he's twice my age with sharp suits and a sharper tongue that makes me forget every rule I swore I'd follow.
One forbidden night turned into an entire summer. Still—no promises. No strings. No forever.
But now there's a rescue puppy wreaking havoc in their penthouse. My toothbrush cluttering up their counter. And a game-changing secret growing inside me.
I'm pregnant with TRIPLETS . . . and the daddies are all Miami Icemen.
Contains mature themes.
