I moved in next door to a grumpy NHL player who hates reporters.
Now I’m sleeping in his bed—and moaning his name.
Liam Brooks is every sports reporter’s nightmare.
Cold. Brooding. Off-limits.
Too bad I just became his new next-door neighbor.
Even worse? I’m the journalist he blames for ruining his last relationship.
We clash from the start—dirty glares in the hallway, sarcastic jabs in the elevator.
But when my apartment goes up in flames, guess whose spare room I end up in?
His rules are simple: No talking. No snooping. No touching.
I break all three.
