KATALEYA'S POV

I'd found a quiet corner in the hotel café.

The coffee in front of me was already getting cold.

And I was sitting there wondering if my life had always been this much of a disaster.

Spoiler:

It hadn't.

This was definitely a recent problem.

Three days in Chicago.

And somehow, I'd already been mistaken for a creative director.

Cornered by the hottest hockey player alive.

Offered a mysterious deal that I'd been smart enough to refuse.

And spent the last three days trying very hard ...