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

by Chelsea Curto

I might turn into a human bowling ball and take out half the team.” “That’s not going to happen.” “And if it does?” “Then I’ll yell strike and we move along.”

There are a lot of men in the world, but I’m learning there’s only one Hudson Hayes.

“When was the last time you dated someone?” Emmy asks. “Dinosaurs roamed the earth and I believed in happily ever afters,”

Every minute you’re around, I feel like the part of myself that’s been broken for years is healing.

what’s the point of loving someone if they’re eventually going to leave you?

“What else have you been thinking about?” “You,” I say. “In every way I shouldn’t want you. In every way I can’t have you.”

“You’re a catch, Huddy. Your person is out there, and you want to know the wildest fucking thing?” I huff. My breath comes out like a wisp of smoke, and I can’t wait to hear. “What?” “She’s trying to get to you right now. It’s just taking her a little while. Traffic, you know?”

And you’re asleep.” “What? No.” I sit up and rub my eyes, flicking on the lamp. “I was reading my book.” “In the pitch black? You sure are talented.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, Madeline. Please be gentle when you kill me.”

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

Here’s my broken heart. I think you’re the only one who can fix it.