Jock-jerk. Arrogant hockey player who thinks he’s god’s gift to women. That’s the Tucker Kane I know.

Three years ago, we hooked up, and he walked away like it was nothing. Like I meant nothing. Now, he needs my help to pass a class.

When I get a message from PuckMe_69 in response to my tutoring post, I have no idea it’s Tucker. He has no clue I’m the girl from his past who still hates his guts.

At first, I tell him to go puck himself and walk away. But he’s as persistent as he is sexy. And I need the money. So, we come to an arrangement. One that ends with us breaking all the rules...and, if I’m not careful, my heart.