Ice & Ibuprofen

One grumpy enforcer. One relentless physio. One very opinionated cat. Zero personal space. Jaxson: I don't do people. I don't do guests. I don't do feelings I can't name at two in the morning while a guy I'm not supposed to want reorganizes my life one cabinet at a time. I had a system. He had opinions about it. I should've made him leave on day one. I didn't. That's on me. Leo: He was supposed to be an assignment. Six feet of silence and controlled fury, a shoulder injury, and a cat he pretended wasn't his. I told myself I was just doing my job. I was doing my job. Right up until I wasn't, and by then his hands were in my hair and I'd stopped caring about the difference. Gerald: The large human fell. The small, loud human moved in. No one asked me, but I approved anyway. They took far longer than necessary to figure it out. If you like your hockey romance with slow-burn heat, explicit payoff, and a cat who saw it coming before either of them did, grab Ice & Ibuprofen today.