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Mother freaking hockey players. My friends found their happily-ever-afters with a couple of sweet, doting, over-the-top, in-love athletes. They got nicknames like Kitten and Sugar. But me? I got stuck with a dickhead who riles me up on purpose and calls me Banshee. Yeah, he might have a voice made specifically for wet dreams. And he might have a body and face carved by the gods. And he might have a level of Alpha-hole that gets me all hot and bothered. But when he presses my buttons, he presses ALL my buttons. And I m not the type of girl who takes things sitting down. And I only got caught on my knees that one time. In the museum. But when my decisions gets one of my friends hurt… I can t stop blaming myself. And him. Except he can t take a hint. And I can t keep my panties on.