Behind the Net (Vancouver Storm, #1)

by Stephanie Archer

“I thought you were gorgeous, too,” he murmurs, looking at me in a way that makes me feel like I can’t breathe. “Even back then.”

write a song about this moment. “I love you,” I tell him for the tenth time today. He pulls back to look into my eyes, and his gaze is full of affection. “Pippa, I’ve loved you for a lot longer than I realized.”

“I think we should try something new,” he says, mouth twitching. His eyes are the brightest green I’ve ever seen. His expression is so soft, so sweet, so loving. “We should try being married.”