I'm sorry," Butch croaked. "Oh God, I'm so sorry..." V put his arm out and curled it around the cop. Pulling the male close to his chest, he laid his head down on his buddy's. "It's okay," He said roughly. "It's all right. It's okay...You did the right thing.
J.R. WardGreat rationalizations. All of which her adrenal gland middle-fingered and then carried right on.
J.R. WardRule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. Ward
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