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

by Chelsea Curto

It’s funny. I’ve been married. I’ve been deeply in love. But I’ve never seen anyone, not even my ex-husband when we were at our happiest, look at someone the way Maverick looks at Emmy. It’s like she’s made of shooting stars and the brightest light in the sky.

“Do you need anything else?” Stay here with me. Your touch soothes me. Every minute you’re around, I feel like the part of myself that’s been broken for years is healing.

“When I said green, I meant that exact shade. You in that outfit, really.” His cheeks are flushed, and his Adam’s apple bobs. “No other variation is ever going to do.”