Sin Bin (D.C. Stars, #5)

by Chelsea Curto

“Ten months? That’s a long way away, isn’t it?” “Says the guy who is planning for the Stanley Cup even though it’s October.”

“You’re in a mood. What pissed you off today?” “The sun came up.”

Her laugh is loud and bright. It’s a full-body thing, with a scrunched nose and little wrinkles around her eyes. Whatever higher power I’ve been bartering with to make sure I’m not still attracted to her really said fuck you, because even with the snort she lets out, she’s absolutely fucking beautiful.

“Your wife is about to push a human out of her, and you’re wondering what you’re supposed to do? Get off the phone with me and get your ass in there with her.”

Not a single fucking submissive bone, and I’m glad for it.

Who gives a fuck what people do with their lives? Marriage, no marriage. Kids, no kids. Everyone needs to mind their own fucking business and let people just live.”