Slap shot surprise

In my defense, I thought the plane was going to crash. Otherwise, I never would have blurted out those embarrassing things to a perfect stranger. Did I mention he turned out to be a scorching hot superstar of professional hockey? But wait, there's more. When the plane lands safely, I rush off, praying I'll never have to face him again. My luck holds out for less than twenty-four hours, when I realize he's a groomsman at the wedding I'm attending. We end up having a drink and a good laugh about my panicked confessions, and when he invites me up to his room for some no-strings-attached fun, I say yes. After all, a headboard rattling one-night stand with a guy who knows how to put the puck in deep isn't something a bookworm like me ever thought she'd experience. Neither are those two little pink lines. Now what's crashing are all the plans Joe Lupo and I had for our lives -- separately. After all, we're totally wrong for each other. He's commitment-phobic and completely focused on his career. And I want to plant roots in my small town -- with someone who chooses me. Love? It's out of the question. Until Joe Lupo lines up his shot and aims straight for my heart.