“More hockey player romances?” I shrugged. “People love them.” Liya studied the shirtless man on the cover. “I can see the appeal.” I snorted. “Pervert.” “You’re a pervert, too.” Her shoulder shook with laughter. “We’re both perverts,” I agreed before gesturing around at the store. “Two perverts working in a store with perverted books. My dream come true.”
