Tricky Pucking Play

One second I'm grabbing coffee, the next I'm wearing it—and so is Chicago's hottest hockey player.

My white blouse was completely see-through and Logan McCoy got an eyeful before stepping closer and wrapping me in his jacket with a sexy grin. "Usually fans just ask for autographs," he said, "but I definitely got the better end of this deal."

Three days later, I was naked under him getting the full view—every muscled inch.

Then came the charity gala. During Logan's speech, a woman stood up with a toddler. "It's rich hearing you talk about role models when you've never spent a day with your son."

Logan went white. He'd never seen this child before.

Now he's fighting for custody with a woman who can't stand him. Watching him transform into a dad is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Those huge hockey hands tying tiny shoes. Bedtime stories read with the same intensity he brings to the ice.

But he's juggling fatherhood, the Stanley Cup Finals, and falling in love for the first time. His lawyer says I'm a liability. Every date, every kiss, every paparazzi photo of us threatens his custody case.

I could destroy everything he's fighting for. But walking away means losing both of them.