Slap Shot (D.C. Stars, #3)

by Chelsea Curto

“Next time you come to a game, don’t show up in someone else’s jersey.” His fingers trace the outline of the letters spanning across my shoulders. They dance down my spine, and my eyes flutter closed. “I’ll buy you a hundred jerseys with my name on them so you never run out.”

“Because y’all are mine.” I tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “And I protect what’s mine.”