HunterI can’t be alone. But I can’t be in a relationship. And now I can’t even score on the ice. I’m in a slump. I figure an off-limits pet sitter is just what I need. Until I see who the agency sent me.Winter Allen is standing all grown up at my front door.She’s my hat-trick: the looks, the heart, and the history.I let her run off to Broadway because she deserved to follow her teenage dreams as much as I did. We both got everything we wanted. So why does she look so damn lonely?WinterI didn’t plan to see Hunter Storm again. And I don’t plan to tell him why I’m back home in New Orleans. But after one devilish grin, my body tells me Hunter’s the only man who can help me. Turns out we both need to score again. So who’s to say it’s a bad idea to mix his fire and my gasoline?What are we doing? I’m not sure, but it feels too good to stop.