Five years ago, we faked forever. Then his agent paid me to disappear. Now I'm the journalist assigned to his championship run. Caleb Reeves — the NHL's most hated villain — won't look at me on camera. But off-camera? He's burning game tape at 2 a.m., screaming that he never stopped calling. That he saved every voicemail. That I'm the reason he can't sleep. He says he hates me. His body says otherwise. A second-chance hockey romance with a broken hero, forced proximity, and the angstiest reunion you'll ever read.