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

by Chelsea Curto

I could get used to things going well. Used to feeling genuinely happy.

I can only hope it lasts a long fucking time.

“Hell. You look gorgeous, Lexi.” “Thank you.” The compliment nestles its way into my chest, right next to my heart, and I don’t know when I became such a fucking sap.

It’s a good thing I didn’t die the night of the accident. If I did, I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to see the real heaven that is Lexi in her gold dress.

A stronger man would try to put some distance between themselves and her. They’d do everything they could to get her out of their head because they know nothing will ever happen between them—she said so herself—but I’m the weakest, most pathetic motherfucker in existence.

I scan the room and my eyes immediately fall on Lexi. She’s like a goddamn magnet for my attention.

Compliments from her mean more than they do from anyone else. It might be because she doesn’t give them out freely; she’s not Piper, who is a constant a ray of sunshine and loves to be nice to everyone.

“I’m glad. You deserve all the good days, Riley.”

Funny how all my good days include her.