This was a strange little book. While I enjoyed reading about a heroine who's a serious hockey player, and the sexual tension was expertly paced, the book was exceedingly over the top. Everything in it is turned up to 11. The sexist backlash over her joining the men's beer league, her dementia-addled father pointing a shotgun at the hero while her grandfather's drawers fall down, the triplet sisters being named Billie-Jo, Bobbi-Jo and Betty-Jo, the prodigal triplet returning just in time to toss a drama bomb - all of these moments felt scripted. It was like the author was poking me in the ribs and saying "ISN'T THAT JUST ZANY?"I started off entertained, then I was being indulgent, but by the end I was rolling my eyes at the blatant manipulation. It's a fun book if you don't try to pin real world logic onto it, but the ending was just a stunt too far for me.