Seems the little girl who had a crush on me is all grown up. She ran away from our hometown a solid decade ago. Now she's back for her brother's wedding. For my friend's wedding. Not gonna lie, I had no intention of crossing the line with her. Not back then. And not now. Until I catch her swimming in her parent's backyard. Nope. Not even then. I'm determined to keep all thoughts of what she might look like naked at bay. Besides, I have more important things to worry about than how grown up Rory Buchanan is. Like, who's going to watch my baby girl while I'm coaching the NHL Lions. Yeah, I have more than enough on my plate… But damn, is she making it difficult.