I’ve worked with professional athletes for my entire career, vowing never to cross the line of the doctor/patient relationship—until Robert Blade walks into my practice. He’s my secret crush. My kryptonite. The hunky, blond-haired, blue-eyed offensive lineman with the perpetual smile could be the one person to make me break an oath I’ve sworn to for years. He could also expose everything and destroy what’s left of my family.

The last thing I need is to be sidelined by an injury at the beginning of the NFL season. Enter Dr. A.C. Morgan, New Jersey’s top Doctor of Physical Therapy. Her credentials are impressive and impeccable, just like her appearance. But there’s something familiar behind those sexy librarian glasses and under the neat bun at the nape of her neck. And I’d recognize those sweetheart lips anywhere. I know exactly who she is—or do I?