I should be over the moon to get married to Alex Waters aka hockey’s most sought after player.
I want to get married to the man who told me I was his triple word score in Scrabble.
Alex is the whole package and more.
Literally.
Like his package is out of this world. Total world record holder material.
I can’t wait to be his wife. 

Except every time the topic of wedding comes up, I break out in hives. 

I’m supposed to walk down the aisle in front of hundreds of people and confess my undying love with so many eyeballs locked on me. I just know I’m going to say something stupid.
I want what we have to be forever, but I might be totally pucked.