Mile High

<p><i>Zanders</i><br>Chicago hockey isn?t complete without me?everyone?s favorite player to hate. I know my role, and I play it well. In fact, I thoroughly enjoy spending the majority of my game time in the penalty box before leaving the arena with a new girl on my arm each night.<br><br>What I <i>don?t </i>like is the new flight attendant on our team?s private plane. She works for me, not the other way around. But I?ll be sure to remind her of that, and I can guarantee, by the end of the season, she?ll be begging to quit her job.<br><br>But every road trip blurs the lines, and I can?t quite figure out if I keep pushing that flight attendant call button in order to push <i>her</i> buttons or if it?s more than that.<br><br><i>Stevie</i><br>I?ve been a flight attendant for years. I thought I?d see it all, but when my new job lands me onboard working for the most egotistical and self-righteous diva in the NHL, I start to sec-ond guess everything. Including the promise I made to myself of never hooking up with an athlete again?no matter how annoyingly tempting he may be.<br><br>Evan Zanders is unfiltered, unapologetic, and too attractive for his own good. He loves his image, but I hate everything about it.<br><br>Everything but him.</p>