Just before the buzzer, one of the teams scored, and the entire arena went crazy.Ī player’s face flashed up on the Jumbotron. He was wearing a helmet, but I froze when he smiled.Īpparently, my fake blind date hadn’t invited me to watch hockey with him, he’d invited me to watch him play.Īnd so began my adventure with Max Yearwood.
When I arrived, the seat next to me was empty.ĭisappointed again, I decided to leave at the end of the period. So on my way home, I decided to take a chance and stop by the game. I tossed the ticket into my purse and went about trying to enjoy the man I was supposed to meet.īut my real blind date and I had no connection. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.īefore he left, he slipped me a ticket to a hockey game a few blocks away, in case things didn’t work out on my actual date.
He only pretended to be until my real date showed up. Turned out, Max wasn’t who I was there to meet. Max was insanely gorgeous, funny, and our chemistry was off the charts. He also had the biggest dimples I’d ever laid eyes on. The first time I met Max Yearwood was on a blind date.
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