Kim Findlay

CooperI hate lawyers. My family is made up of lawyers, so I know what they're like. I play hockey, and even though I've got more money and success than they have, I'm still the black sheep. I need an impressive plus one for my sister's wedding. The tax lawyer with the ugly dress, being sneered at by an asshole who's a clone of my brother, would be perfect. In return, I can show her how to navigate the country club the asshole is taunting her about. She's suspicious but I talk her into it. She's one of the few people who sees past my surface layers. Unlike them, she connects with me like no one else ever has. But she's even more relationship adverse than I am, so when feelings develop, she runs. I'm fast on the ice, but can I catch her? CallieMy mother was a flake. I grew up bouncing between her custody and foster care waiting for her to get her act together. Spoiler alert, it never happened. I don't rely on anyone now. I worked hard to become a tax attorney, valuable to my firm and on track to become partner. Except. It's not enough to be a genius at numbers and contracts, I have to navigate things like networking and the country club, with all those unwritten rules. A cocky hockey player offers to help me if I'll be his date to a family wedding. I agree, even though he insists on supervising what I wear, because I need his help. I find out what he's like beneath his charm and start to feel things. Just no. I refuse to take that risk. Because no matter what they promise, one ever stays.

BraydonI fought to play in the NHL. Now I may have blown my chance with a drunken rant that went viral about the female goalie who shared my NHL debut. I can't say that I reacted badly after I found out she was the secret half-sister I never knew existed. To repair my reputation and prove I support women's hockey, I'm pretend-dating a hockey player. So bizarre. Fortunately, she's brilliant, as well as an Olympic champion. And did I mention sexy? When she gets devastating news, I support her, and things between us feel real. It's hard to remember she's only dating me for her job, because she refuses to be 'just' the girlfriend of a hockey player. JaynaI'm one of the top women players in hockey, but my family still considers my brother, drafted but playing in Europe a bigger success. They're more invested in his career than mine, even though I won a fricking Olympic gold medal. Now I'm injured and working PR for the Toronto Blaze NHL team while I rehab. When an idiot they brought up from the farm team gets caught dissing my teammate, I'm asked to fake date him to rehab his reputation. It's just temporary. Until the worst happens, and suddenly my fake date is my biggest support. But I can't lose my identity. I'm a hockey player, not a WAG.