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

by Chelsea Curto

As tall as the ceiling! she says, and I laugh. “Are you two talking about me?” he yells. “She said you’re so big,” I tell him. “And you are. Even more so with all those layers on. You could take a bullet to the chest and not feel a damn thing, couldn’t you?” “It’s like Fort Knox over here.” He lifts up his jersey to show off the gear I’m not familiar with, but I’m distracted by a bead of sweat dripping down his stomach. “Hey.” He knocks his stick against the glass again, and I jump. “My eyes are up here, Galloway.” I blush. I can’t believe he caught me staring. I can’t believe I was staring in the first place. “I thought I saw a bug,” I say. “Nice save.” He lifts his chin. “Whose jersey are you wearing?” “Oh. Um. Riley’s?” I turn so he can see the name on the back. “Lexi grabbed it for me. I don’t own any Stars gear, and there weren’t many options in the team store.” “Interesting.” His eyes blaze with heat when I look at him over my shoulder. “Guess I’m going to have to make a call to our merchandise folks. Enjoy the game, Mads.” With a wink, he skates away from us to join his teammates lining up. When he pulls up next to Maverick, takes off his helmet and looks back at me, there are butterflies in my stomach.

Girl. He better get it tonight.