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

by Chelsea Curto

“Really? You’d give up some of your evening for me?” “Oh, Hudson. You don’t get it, do you?” “Get what?” I ask, confused. “You’ve done so much for me. For the team. For Liam. For us. You organize volunteer hours for the guys. You stop to sign autographs for anyone who hands you a piece of gear. After our accidental wedding in Vegas last New Year’s, your level-headedness kept us both calm. I know we’re where we are today because of your ability to get us to communicate,” she says, blushing. “You’re so selfless, all the time. Helping you with something you’re clearly passionate about isn’t a chore. It’s something I’d be glad to do. You’re a good man with a kind heart, and if learning sign language is what you want to do, I’m honored to play a small role in it.” Piper makes me sound like a hero, when, really, I’m just treating people how I’d want to be treated. The right way to be treated, and that boils over to Madeline and Lucy too. “Shucks, Little P.” I grin at her. “You’re too good to me.” “Fuck me, I guess,” Liam grunts. “It’s like I’m not even here.” “Calm down, you jealous oaf.” Piper pushes back her chair and claps. “Food, then we’ll get to work. You’re going to be an expert in no time, Huddy.”

I love Liam