Play the Game (Blue Devils Hockey, #1)

by S.J. Sylvis

“You don’t own her.” Russ looks at me over his shoulder before Emory chuckles and finishes his sentence. “I do.”

“It’s Mrs. Olson,” Emory corrects him, as calm as ever. His fingers tighten against my biceps, and my heart does a weird flip. “I don’t want to hear you threaten my wife again.”