I needed a role model for my son. A big brother to mentor him.

What I didn't need was a rebellious hockey player famous for his on and off rink fights.

I should have said no.

Should have vetoed the idea the second I heard it.

But I didn't.

Why, you ask.

Two words.

Liam. Dalton.

God's gift to the universe, not to mention the needy spot between my legs.

I didn't want to like him. I didn't want his name on my lips.

But the second I heard mine on his, I couldn't help but wonder if my son's big brother...

...could be my big daddy.