Hat Trick (D.C. Stars, #4)

by Chelsea Curto

“I’m going to pee my pants. You sounded like a kindergartener playing dodgeball.”

“Let the shit show begin.”

It’s hers, and I think it’s always going to be hers.

“You wouldn’t order for me?” “Fuck no. You’re an independent woman who can speak for herself. And, on the off chance you don’t like what you pick, I’d make sure to let you try some of my meal too.”

“Come on, boys. Let’s pretend like we’re Princess Mia driving the Mustang.”

“I’ll think about it.” I put the car in drive, then purposely slam on the brakes to another round of screams. “And stop meddling in my personal life, you nosy assholes.”

“All three. To liking you. To loving you. To spending the rest of my life with you, however that might look for us. I want all of that, Riley, and more.” “That’s a hat trick, Lexi baby, and that means I win.”