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

by Chelsea Curto

I scan the room and my eyes immediately fall on Lexi. She’s like a goddamn magnet for my attention. She’s standing in the middle of the dance floor, arms above her head while she moves to the rhythm of an upbeat song playing from the DJ’s speakers. “I might go grab a drink. You want anything?” “I’m good.” Hudson’s eyes follow mine, and he hums. “Maybe you’ll find your way to the dance floor. Rumor has it the DJ is easily persuaded to put on a slow song if you slip him some money. At least, that’s what Liam and Maverick told me.” “Why would I want to do that?” “I don’t know, Mitchy. Why would you?” I watch Lexi spin, that goddamn dress a flurry of tempting gold and sparkles and weakening self-restraint, and I leap out of my chair as fast as my leg will let me. “I’ll be back,” I say. “No, you won’t,” he answers with a smirk. “Have fun.”