The trainee knew he should leave, but he was unable to look away. He'd never seen anything snap out so fast or strike so hard as the male's fists. Obviously, the rumours about the instructor were all true. He was a flat-out killer. With a metal clank, a door opened at the other end of the gym, and the sound of a newborn's cries echoed up into the high ceiling. The warrior stopped in midpunch and wheeled around as a lovely female carrying young in a pink blanket came over to him. His face softened, positively melted.
J.R. WardI want to be with you, too,โ he said. โIโll come to your room after dawn.โ Qhuinn didnโt want to ask. Had to. โWhat about Saxton?โ โHeโs gone on vacation.โ Reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally. โFor how long?โ โJust a couple of days.โ Too bad. Any chance of an extensionโฆfor like a year or two? Maybe forever? โOkay, itโs aโโ Qhuinn stopped himself before he finished that with date. There was no sense kidding himself. Saxton was away. Blay wanted to get laid. And Qhuinn was more than willing to supply the male with what he wanted.
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