Cross-Checked (Boston Rebels, #3)

by Julia Connors

Where the hell did you go?

fishin

Since finding out I was a dad nine months ago, Abby has been my first priority.

why does the kid gotta be named abby

Beating the shit out of her then husband wasn’t my smartest move, but I have zero patience for men who verbally abuse and physically intimidate women.

i mean you did what you had to do

Turns out, Abby has hand, foot, and mouth disease,

hand foot mouth is a bitch

anyone else who isn’t a narcissistic asshole, would have reacted the way Chet did in our situation.

baby his name is chet. what did you expect

I rush over to the bench, hopping the boards and striding straight down the row. “I’m out for the rest of the game,” I tell Wilcott as I move past him. “And if AJ or Abby got hurt just now, heads are gonna fucking roll.”

fuck yeah. get your girls

says, head tilted as she looks at me, “I think it’s a good idea. If your ex is going to be there, why wouldn’t you want people there in your corner?” “Because we’re not going to be boxing?”

iconic response