Before the Chaos (Queen City, #0.5)

by Maggie Rawdon

“The two scenarios where I feel like I’ve made a fucking difference in this world are when I hit one of my guys in the end zone and when I watch a woman come for me.”

But I need to be careful with her. Pace this out and make sure none of it is rushed because the last thing I want is for her to regret it. Regret me. Because fuck if I don’t suddenly care about how she feels about me.

“Don’t worry about not being sexy. Everything you do is sexy. You yell at me about the Regency era, it’s sexy. You stomp up this ladder pissed at me, it’s sexy. You eat ice cream and it’s fucking sexy. I promise you’re good.”

Somehow her hand is through my chest, wrapped around my heart and I belong to her with just those few words. I’m gone. I’m hers.

“I won’t break you. Don’t break me?” My heart pounds in my chest at the idea this man thinks I have any ability to make him feel anything that strongly and I nod. “Deal.”