Gloves Off (Vancouver Storm, #4)

by Stephanie Archer

I cannot fucking stand Dr. Georgia Greene.

“When you put this jersey on, I want you to remember what a bad bitch you are.”

“What’s the matter, Volkov? Get lost on the way to the underworld?” “No.” He closes the door behind him. “I found it just fine.”

“It’s you.” I’m still beaming at him like he’s the love of my life. “You’re the something old, Volkov.”