I came to Mistletoe for a quiet Christmas.
Now Ive got three hockey studs under my tree and a surprise gift I cant return.
Ho-ho-whos the daddy?
My brothers team needs marketing help, and Im suddenly juggling more than festive campaigns.
Theres Roman, the bad boy with a reputation to fix and eyes that melt ice.
Sawyer, the brooding, older goalie who ignites more than my Christmas spirit.
And Wes? My brothers best friend, the boy next door turned hockey star, all grown up and looking fine.
