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Sarah Jenkins had never played hockey, much less coached it.
Yet here she sat, perched on the edge of the seat in her SUV, staring up at the hulking building the fans in Buffalo had affectionately nicknamed "The Barn". It was the arena the Buffalo Intimidators of the NHL played in, and since Sarah had been hired a few weeks' prior as a consulting coach for the team, it was where she would be spending a lot of time in the coming months.
Excitement didn't seem like an adequate word to describe her mood. This job and the move it necessitated were a fresh start for her – new town, new job, and hopefully some new friends. Forcing herself to relax, she leaned her head against the head rest behind her and tried to recall a time when she'd been anticipating something more. Not even her first day as a CIA agent years ago compared, and certainly nothing since then even came close.
Jumping out of the car, she hit the alarm remote and then grunted as she turned and crashed into a veritable brick wall, stumbling for a moment at the force of the impact. She glanced up at man in front of her in surprise – she didn't know it was possible for a man to feel that solid.
After he gave her a long, thorough once-over that left her skin feeling hot and feverish, she blew out the breath she'd been holding. Her reaction to him was positively primal, and she wondered idly if this is what scientists meant when they said women were attracted to males they subconsciously thought had the strongest DNA. As far as she could see, this man's DNA seemed to be damn near perfect.
"Are you all right?" he asked her, and she immediately noticed a sexy French-Canadian accent, her knees weakening as soon as he spoke. Like most women, she was a sucker for accents.
"I'm, um, fine," she stammered, her heart pounding against her rib cage from the remains of the fight or flight reaction she'd had when they'd collided and undoubtedly also from the pure rush of lust this man evoked in her.
The top of her head barely reached his chest, so she craned her neck to get a better look at his face. She was glad she'd made the effort: he was gorgeous. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she nibbled absently at one of her nails and detected a glimmer of male interest as he stared back at her. Finally he took a step back and motioned for her to pass.