When I moved to San Francisco, I knew it was the best decision I could have made. I just wanted to get my life back on track, and now that I had no one telling me how I should live or what I should be doing, it was perfect because I had no distractions, not until I bumped into Tyler Davidson, the handsome tall dark mysterious with tattoos out the ying yang. I just couldn't look away, but what I didn't expect was that I liked him. But was I ready to let someone in to fix all the broken parts of me, or would I end up broken all over again like before my parents died? When I started my career with the NHL Hockey team, I couldn't have imagined how my life would have turned out. I had all the things I could ever have wanted-the condo apartment, the cars, the women-but the one thing I had always wanted was love, which I never thought would happen, and I was ok with never having it until the day I met Sarah Smallwood. She had curves in all the right places and full pink lips-just not someone I ever thought I would ever be attracted to. But here I am. Am I prepared to let myself be happy or could I mess it all up by not letting myself feel?