Cross-Checked (Boston Rebels, #3)

by Julia Connors

For a split second, I wish Abby was my baby, because I’d love to be the one to normalize women in sports bringing their babies to work. But that ship sailed a long time ago.

“Yeah,” I say, the word clipped. “It’s hard to imagine that she doesn’t wake up with her makeup on and her hair done, and wearing a perfectly pressed suit. Maybe she’s human after all.”