Seattle Sharks, tome 3 : Winger

One night.

It was supposed to be one wild night with my friend—a fiercely sexy chef.

Now I can’t stop thinking about her.
Can’t stop craving her flavor.

And that was before I found out our no-strings night resulted in two little pink lines.

As the number one Winger for the Seattle Sharks and the last man standing in our bad-boy trio, the only lines I’m familiar with are red and blue.

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