**MILA'S POV**
Before I can take another breath, he's rising to his feet. His strong fingers close around my arm, and I'm being pulled toward a door at the end of the locker room.
"Bye, Mila!" Knox yells. "Come back anytime!"
Jax slams the door behind us.
We're in an equipment storage room. Gloves and pads line metal shelves. The space is small. Intimate. His presence fills every inch of it.
"Congratulations," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You just fulfilled half of a lifelong fantasy for an entire hockey team."
"Half a fantasy?" I repeat, my voice steadier than my heartbeat.
"Step one: a beautiful woman walks into the locker room." His voice roughens, drops. "Don't ask me about step two. That's where the fantasy gets X-rated."
Beautiful.
The word lands differently co
