Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God's sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He'd read that book, seen the movie, bought the soundtrack, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider's guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key. But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart.
J.R. WardLoveโem or hateโem, by blood or by heart, family was a kind of oxygen. Necessary for the living.
J.R. WardButch nodded as if he knew exactly what was doing. "Like I said, my man, it's whatever. You and me? Same as always, no matter who you screw. Althoughโฆ if you're into sheep, that would be tough. Don't know if I could handle that.
J.R. Ward