Those Three Little Words (The Vancouver Agitators, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

I’m a fun guy. Some might say . . . neat. A solid, trustworthy good time. If you’re looking to have an amusing night out, I’m your man.

I learned from a young age that life is short, and you have to fucking enjoy every second of it. So my rule is to say yes.

Living in the moment, that’s my motto, and up until now, that motto has served me well.

But . . . and that’s a big but, a huge one. This time, my yes has come back to bite me in the ass.

not only did I accidentally get the girl in the hot pink dress pregnant . . . But I broke bro code. Because the girl in the hot pink dress is the sister of my teammate . . . and best friend.

Let’s be clear about one thing—any woman I take to bed is a willing, consensual partner.

“I’m complex. The other guys are superficial. But with me, you really have to dive deep. The more time spent with me, the better. I’m up for an all-nighter if you are.”

“Will you cuddle with me? Just once,” she says quickly. “And I won’t ask again. I just need to feel . . . protected.”

She’s warm, funny, generous . . . unfailingly kind. Somehow, she crept into my life and captivated me. She’s all I think about. She fills in the broken and cracked parts of my soul . . . If things were different, she’d be mine.

“Sometimes, there are more important things than hockey, and I’m staring right at one.”

The need I have to hold her hand, to walk through this life with no one else but her. The knowledge that no matter what happens in my day, I can count on her beautiful face, her charming wit, her empathetic heart to carry me through all life’s challenges.

The woman who persisted and didn’t give up on me until I fully understood what love meant. A woman who is quirky, cute, and sexy. A woman who never stopped believing that one day I’d be able to say those three little words that are true game changers. Words I now live by. Forever.