The Summer Proposal

<p>The first time I met Max Yearwood was on a blind date.</p><p>Max was insanely gorgeous, funny, and our chemistry was off the charts. He also had the biggest dimples I'd ever laid eyes on.</p><p>Exactly what I needed after my breakup.</p><p>Or so I thought... </p><p>Until my real date arrived.</p><p>Turned out, Max wasn't who I was there to meet. He only pretended to be until my real date showed up.</p><p>To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.</p><p>Before 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.</p><p>I tossed the ticket into my purse and went about trying to enjoy the man I was supposed to meet.</p><p>But my real blind date and I had no connection.</p><p>So on my way home, I decided to take a chance and stop by the game.</p><p>When I arrived, the seat next to me was empty.</p><p>Disappointed again, I decided to leave at the end of the period.</p><p>Just before the buzzer, one of the teams scored, and the entire arena went crazy.</p><p>A player's face flashed up on the Jumbotron. He was wearing a helmet, but I froze when he smiled.</p><p>You guessed it: Dimples.</p><p>Apparently, my fake blind date hadn't invited me to watch hockey with him, he'd invited me to watch him play.</p><p>And so began my adventure with Max Yearwood.</p><p>He was everything I needed at the time-fun, sexy, up for anything, and only around for a few months since he'd signed with a new team three-thousand miles away.</p><p>Max proposed we spend the summer helping me forget my ex. It sounded like a good plan. Things couldn't get too serious when we had an expiration date. Right?</p><p>Though, you know what they say about the best-laid plans. </p>