Take one obsessed hockey player with zero chill, throw him in a car with a fiery, freshly dumped spitfire who knows exactly how to push his buttons, and you’ve got yourself the road trip from hell—and one seriously entertaining romance. It all kicks off after Harper’s wedding (if you’ve read book one, you know the kind of chaos that was). One missed flight to Vegas later, Allie and Connor are forced to share a ride in a pink VW convertible lovebug—yes, pink—and from that moment on, it’s game on. Picture a muscle-bound hockey player crammed into that tiny car and try not to laugh. That alone had me snorting. But cramped quarters are nothing compared to the tension simmering between these two. Allie delights in ruffling Connor’s feathers, and Connor? Well, one impulsive little mistake by Allie flips the dynamic completely and let’s just say he gives as good as he gets. Payback’s a bitch, sister. Let it be said that Connor is not known a relationship kind of guy, but the moment he met Allie, there was only one woman he wanted in his life and suddenly, Mr. Not-Into-Relationships is all in. Connor’s relentless charm, cocky certainty, and slow-burn seduction nearly drive Allie up the wall—and straight into his arms. Of course, in classic romance fashion, it doesn’t hurt that every motel on their route has just one bed. (The trope gods were kind with that one.) Honestly, the road trip portion was hands-down my favorite. The banter, the tension, the chemistry—it was all pitch-perfect. That is, until they hit Vegas... and Gram showed up. Look, I loved Gram in the first book—her antics were hilarious. But in this one, she felt less “zany grandma” and more “cockblock in a sequined dress.” Her constant interruptions, even turning up on Allie and Connor’s honeymoon, started to wear thin. Sure, she got a few laughs, but it was just a bit too much. Then there’s the subplot with Daltyn, Peyton, and Landon, which could just be setting up the next book—but it also hijacked more of the honeymoon than I’d like. When I signed up for a romance with an obsessed hockey hottie, I wanted more time on the ice, if you know what I mean. That said, I still had a blast reading this. Even with the distractions, Allie and Connor’s chemistry is sizzling, their banter is top-tier, and Connor will definitely make you wish you had a hockey player dead-set on making you, his forever. No masks this time around (sad face), but still a fun, flirty, fiery read that hits all the right notes—especially if you're a sucker for forced proximity, enemies-to-lovers tension, and heroes who don't know how to quit.
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