Rules Of Our Own

Somehow, I’ve landed myself a do-over and this time we aren’t screwing it up. This time, I don’t want her all to myself. This time we're going to share.

The second the Boston Bruins star forward steps out of the villa bathroom, looking like a god in nothing but a low slung towel…I should turn around and beg for a different room. When his tall dark and broody teammate walks in offering to share the villa…I should run. And when they offer me one weekend of no strings attached fun…I should absolutely say no. But I’ve never been good at doing what I’m supposed to. Three nights wasn’t enough. Not when I still wake up dreaming about her. About…