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

by Chelsea Curto

“Life is bleak, then you die.”

“I learned a long time ago that family isn’t something you’re born into. It’s the people you find along the way, and I’m really glad I found you all.”

You wear glasses? You can’t have all four things,” I say. “What are the four things?” he asks, pushing them up his nose. “Glasses. Backward hats. Gray sweatpants. Tattoos. It’s not fair.”

“The theories are true,” a soft voice says. I look up to find Hannah staring at us with a smile. “What theories?” I ask. “A man holding a baby is right up there on the hot scale with backward hats and gray sweatpants.”