Stick Magic (Boston Bucks, #5)

He was my high school crush—the guy who had no clue I existed. Sure, we shared a fleeting moment in the country club closet, but he thought I was someone else. After that night, I went to college, moved to Boston to find myself, and pushed him out of my thoughts. It worked—until he saw me performing at a local community theater. My character is bold, daring and vivacious, everything I'm not, which makes him believe—again—that I'm someone else. He likes what he sees and while a hot fling with an NHL star isn't on my bingo card, sometimes the numbers line up vertically, or horizontally, or in my case, both... It's only when I find myself in his arms—and his bed—that I begin to discover who I really am and what I want. The problem? He has no idea I'm the nerdy girl from high school he never noticed.