Seems the little girl who had a crush on me is all grown up.
She ran away from our hometown a solid decade ago.
Now she's back for her brother's wedding.
For my friend's wedding.
Not gonna lie, I had no intention of crossing the line with her.
Not back then. And not now.
Until I catch her swimming in her parent's backyard.
Nope. Not even then.
I'm determined to keep all thoughts of what she might look like naked at bay.
Besides, I have more important things to worry about than how grown up Rory Buchanan is.
Like, who's going to watch my baby girl while I'm coaching the NHL Lions.
Yeah, I have more than enough on my plate...
But damn, is she making it difficult.