Shutout (Rules of the Game, #2)

by Avery Keelan

‘In every partnership, there’s a person who stacks the dishwasher like a Scandinavian architect and a person who stacks the dishwasher like a raccoon on meth’?”

I know I’m playing with fire, but I can’t seem to put away the matches.

Yucking someone else’s yum is shitty.”

He draws me into him and dips his head, nudging my nose with his. “Wear whatever you want, Tink. I know how to fight.”

“I want a future with you. The details are negotiable. What’s important is that you’re happy and healthy, Ser. We’ll do what’s best for you, whatever that looks like.”

“I love your belly. That’s my baby in there.”