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When Harper faints at hockey practice and whispers about morning sickness in her delirium, Marcus's world shifts on its axis. The woman investigating him for corruption is pregnant with his child.

She expects demands for silence or paternity tests, but Marcus asks only one question: "What do you need?"

The first time Marcus looks at me, it's with complete contempt. It’s exactly the professional distance I need from the NHL's most controversial player while investigating him for corruptio...
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When Harper faints at hockey practice and whispers about morning sickness in her delirium, Marcus's world shifts on its axis. The woman investigating him for corruption is pregnant with his child.

She expects demands for silence or paternity tests, but Marcus asks only one question: "What do you need?"

The first time Marcus looks at me, it's with complete contempt. It’s exactly the professional distance I need from the NHL's most controversial player while investigating him for corruption.

Then team management does the unthinkable. They assign me to follow Marcus for an entire season for a documentary series, trading unprecedented access for my network's silence about their scandals.

Now I spend every day with a six-foot-three wall of muscle who responds to my questions with cutting sarcasm and sprays ice in my direction during practice.

But Marcus starts slipping. Secret hospital visits. Covering rookies' expenses. Knowing exactly how I take my coffee. And worse, knowing about my father's betting scandal that destroyed our family.

When a blizzard strands us together in Denver, the truth Marcus reveals about that night, and about his own devastating losses, changes everything.

One spectacular mistake later, I'm staring at three positive pregnancy tests while harboring evidence that could destroy Marcus's career or save it.

The corruption goes deeper than anyone imagined, and the man I'm supposed to expose might be the only one I can trust. Suddenly, I'm not just writing the story. I'm living it.

And the scariest part isn't the threats from team owners or the scandal exploding around us. It's realizing that somewhere between the arguments and midnight texts about baby names, I’m falling for hockey's most misunderstood villain.
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