Face Off (D.C. Stars, #1)

by Chelsea Curto

“Says the guy who follows people around like a lost dog.” “I’m just looking for an owner I guess.” “Maybe someone should take you back to the pound.” She

“You might be right.” “I’m sorry. Can you say that again? I didn’t quite hear you.” “You might be right,” I repeat, louder this time. “Hartwell thinks I’m right,” Maverick announces to the mostly empty diner. “I’m on top of the world!”

“You said you wanted me on my knees.” He drops a kiss to my shin, then kneels on the ground in front of me. “And I’ve always liked being a good boy.”

“A Crunchwrap Supreme is never going to fuck you over.

Maverick grins, and there’s nothing sweet about it. “You might want to call the commissioner and start apologizing, Coach. We’re going to be in a heap of fucking trouble when we’re finished here tonight.”

oh I love this man

I aim for his nose again. “That’s for saying she only has a job because she sleeps around.” I go for his jaw next, and something pops in his cheek. “That’s for saying you’d let your teammates touch her.” I move to his forehead and deck him there. “That’s for making fun of the books she likes to read.” My final blow is to his eye, and I hope I break his eye socket. “And that’s for getting to her before me.”