The Perfect Putt (More Than a Game, #2)

by Annah Conwell

“You shouldn’t have to make time for love, honey. Love comes first, and you make time for everything else.”

My face is so warm Crayola is going to name a new shade after me. Ellie’s blush, a bright, unmistakable red.

“These were secrets?” I question. “They are to someone like me.”

“Life is more than a game, Miles. I won’t be a hockey player forever, but I will be her husband. I’m investing in what matters most.”

I try–and fail–to ignore how good it feels to have her in my arms despite the circumstances. It’s something that isn’t going to leave my memory for a long time. Because holding Ellie feels like stepping onto the beach, like home.

If being delusional was a sport, I’d be smiling on the podium with my gold medal.

I’m collecting details like shells in a bucket, and each time I get one all I can think is more. I want to know more. I want more of her.