And speaking of on board, she'd moved into John's room properly. In his closet, her leathers and her muscles shirts were hanging next to his, and their shitkickers were lined up together, and all her knives and her guns and her little toys were now locked up in his fire proof cabinet. Their ammo was even stacked together. How frickin' romantic.
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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