A hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. โHowโd you like to stay for dinner?โ Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of markingโwas that a tattoo, on his face? โHowโd you like to be dinner?โ said another one, who looked like some kind of model.
J.R. WardGod, he was probably too young to be this old, but life had a way of being about experience, rather than calendar days.
J.R. WardThere was both love and despair in his voice. He was truly handicapped when it came to emotions, and falling in love hadn't changed that.
J.R. WardNo Last Meal for you guys, either. Guess we have that in common.โ Someone bust out the pom-poms and cheer for the team. Yay.
J.R. WardRehv swooped down with his long arms and gathered her up against him, tucking her with vital care to his chest. Ducking his head to hers, his voice was deep and grave. "I never thought I would see you again." As he shuddered, she lifted her hands up to his torso. After holding herself back for a moment...she embraced him as fully as he did her. "You smell the same," she said rought, putting her nose right into the collar of his fine silk shirt. "Oh...God, you smell the same.
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