Center Ice (Boston Rebels, #1)

by Julia Connors

“I’m Graham.” He gives me a lopsided smile as he stares back at me with his big brown eyes. It’s like looking into a mirror. “How old are you, Graham?” “I’m five and I’m in kindergarten.” Heart stuttering, I glance up at Audrey, and I’m sure there’s confusion written across my face. Even I don’t need a tutor to do this kind of math.

“If you ever speak about the mother of my child and my future wife that way again, you and I are done. For good. Understand?”