The universe has a twisted sense of humor.

I've spent years building a life I could pack in a carry-on. No ties, no mess, no exes lingering like bad draft picks. Just me, my camera, and a healthy fear of anything resembling emotional stability.

Enter Leif Crawford. NHL goalie. Human brick wall. Best friend since high school.

He's the guy who always shows up, even when I don't ask (especially when I don't ask).

We're opposites in every way.

He's calm, collected, charming-alphabetizes his fridge and probably color-codes his emotional baggage.

I'm a documentary disaster who panic-texts from foreign countries and gets rescued from dates with guys who think "baby" is an acceptable nickname for someone they just met.

It worked. Until one tequila-fueled night with someone else blew it all up.

Now I'm pregnant. Back in New York. Living with Leif while I figure out what the hell comes next.

He wants to step up. Be involved. Be... more.

Which would be easier to ignore if he didn't look like a Norse god with goalie reflexes, rumpled T-shirts, and a tendency to whisper things that turn my spine into hot pudding.

So here we are-arguing over strollers, dodging feelings, and breaking every friendship rule we ever made.

And somehow, the scariest part isn't falling for Leif Crawford.

It's realizing I might've already belonged to him.

The Final Faceoff is a sizzling, hilarious friends-to-lovers, accidental pregnancy, he falls first hockey romance featuring a disaster documentary filmmaker and her broody NHL goalie best friend.