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Concentrate, damn it

Jake repeated the silent mantra, hoping it would stick, hoping it would stop the parade of sinful images marching through his mind.

Then Maggie turned her earnest gaze on him. “Is there anything you need me to do for you?”

Her business-like tone should have doused the crazy feelings. But his traitorous body found another meaning to the innocent question, responding in a way that would have shocked her down to her covered toes.

Jake looked up at the mirrored ceiling, with its etched-gold crown motif, and tried to calm the heat caused by her unintentionally provocative words with thoughts of ice. A great big sheet of ice.

What the hell is wrong with you? Nervous, mousy brunettes weren’t his type, even with a sexy accent—he preferred cool, confident blondes. Plus he’d decided less than ten minutes ago to cut women from his life until he’d won the cup. His focus had to be on hockey. No distractions. No exceptions.

His body obviously hadn’t got the memo.