The Hockey Goalie's Tutor: Don't Kiss the Playboy Star

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d over and buried my face deeper under my covers like I co

tional. I threw off my blanket cocoon and cursed all of Minnesota'

d my hoodie over my head. Still half

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room were two people

pensive taste" in a sleek grey coat, and a tall

g to you Aria,"

a polite smile even though I was mentall

"We're the Monroes. Emily and Grant. Your fat

ike she could sense I was about to bolt.

ropped from my face. "I'm not a tutor.

g to stay composed. "We know. We're not asking for anything long

'm not about to become someone's homework babysitter just bec

son's academic issues. "He's a hockey player. A good one. But his grades dropped, and

quickly, her tone almost pleading

amed of one of Dad's pet projects-rescue the failing athlete,

shut the whole thing down

"Hockey is Jason's dream. He was drafted for the NHL before the transfer. But since his girlfrie

needs help. Not just with school

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on. Most of them were loud, cocky, and abou

made me hesitate. The way she s

it been?" I

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quietly. "I'l

Jason Monroe-who I'd later call trouble in a hoodie

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upside down on my bed like she lived here (which she basically did), her legs kicke

n front of my mirror brushing out my hair.

s, eyes practically glowing with excitement. "Aria. Come on. When has a hockey

'll be meeting him and his f

ar. "Do I ever say no to wa

hirt tucked into my black sweatpants, a chunky scarf, wool mittens, and s

d boots. Yes, in this weather. Apparently, she had an immunity to frostbi

rhood, Lily slowed her car and g

d lawns, fancy gates, and enough glass panels to make any bu

'm nervous,"

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toward the sound. "U

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ances, then slowly tiptoed clo

attoos snaking down his arms, muscles flexing as he

ace and he hadn't not

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th. "Well... at lea

speak. My brain

uddenly Emily Monroe appeared from ar

eroed in o

full mom mode

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, jaw tightening as he

the door. On his way back, he stopped in front of me,

voice dripping with sarcasm. "

sharply. "This is Aria. She's goi

is expression unreadable. Then he said coldl

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