In the NHL, I'm known as the Rule Breaker, a name I've been living up to a little too much, which is why my coach ordered me to clean up my image by mentoring a youth through the Big Brother Organization. Great plan, except I wasn't expecting my "little brother" to come with a smoking hot mom. The last thing I need is to break another rule, so for this to work, she's strictly hands off. That doesn't mean I can't look though...

My son needs a male role model with a positive influence, not a rebel hockey player who is as famous for his bar fights as his expertise on the ice. So why did I agree to him as my son's big brother, especially when I need to keep a low profile? Because the second I caught him looking, my brain went on hiatus, letting my girlie parts do all the talking. That was my first mistake. The second? Don't even get me started on that...