Fake dating the captain
“Ground rules. One: no one's dying in my fucking apartment
Two: you shower daily or I hose you down. Three: I’m introducing you to someone.”
“No.”
“It’s not a rebound thing, I swear. It’s… a plan.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Zoe.”
She grinned, evil and perfect. “Ever heard of Rowan Parker?”
My stomach flipped. Everyone had heard of Rowan Parker. Captain of the Ice Hawks, face like a storm cloud, body like a brick wall, and apparently allergic to relationships. He’d been single for two straight seasons while girls literally threw themselves at him after games.
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