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.