This bossy hockey star just met his curvy match. Laney: Weston Davies, bad boy of the NHL, was my dad's hero. He's a beast on the ice . . . and off. He's also rude, arrogant, and way too hot. I came to the game to thank him for making my dad's last year so happy. I'm leaving as the winner of a Valentine's Day date with him. Why do I get the feeling he's behind my random selection? And why am I thinking about actually following through? This has bad idea written all over it. Weston: Nothing gets me as heated as a bad call on the ice--until I save Laney Briggs from a wayward puck. She's got the brightest eyes and the cutest annoyed face I've ever seen. I probably shouldn't have offered to sign her chest. I really shouldn't have scammed my way into a date with her. But there's something about her that drives me wild. She thinks I'm an arrogant jerk. I think she was made to be mine. Now I just have to convince her that I'm worth the hassle. Contains mature themes.