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She's the distraction the team can't afford.
He's the solution no one saw coming.
Winnie Garrett is done with men. After a toxic relationship left her second-guessing everything, she's focused on one thing: her dream job as the New York Knights' new yoga instructor.
Banks Callahan doesn't do relationships. Or feelings. Or anything that requires letting people get close. Growing up in the foster system taught him not to need anyone-and definitely not to want something he could lose.
So when the team's new yoga instructor becomes an unexpected locker-room distraction threatening their playoff focus, Banks comes up with a solution so ridiculous it just might work.
Fake dating.
If the guys think Winnie is his, they'll back off. It's simple locker room code: you don't touch what's claimed-like calling dibs on the last slice of pizza.
The problem?
Nothing about Winnie is simple.
She's warmth and laughter and everything Banks has spent years convincing himself he doesn't need. She makes him want things he can't have. Makes him feel things he doesn't understand.
He was never supposed to fall for her.
But somewhere between fake hand-holding, pretend nicknames, and very real late-night moments, the line between "just for show" and "dangerously real" starts to blur.
Ice Cold Chemistry is a slow-burn hockey romance featuring fake dating, a grumpy hero, a sunshine heroine, and the relationship neither of them planned-but both might need.
