A Groom of One's Own (Appies, #3)

by Emma St. Clair

“But whose name will be on the back of my jersey?” His face darkens, and it only makes me push more. “Maybe Van? He’s a fun guy.” Eli’s heated look turns molten, and he shakes his head slowly. “Mine,” he says firmly, his low voice wrapping like a fist around my heart. “You can only wear my name.”

“Do me a favor,” he says, his voice sounding low and husky, though I’m sure he’s practically shouting to be heard. Maybe it’s the wild look in his eyes that seems to color how his words hit me. “Turn around.” “What?” His smile melts away, his eyes blue flames as he stares. “I want to see you wearing my name.”

“My name looks good on you,”

Eli puts his hand on mine. “You’re not alone, Leelee. Not anymore.”