Sable hair bisected his pecs and arrowed down to the straight and unequivocal statement of his returned interest. Forcing my gaze to his face, I said, "I really don't think we have time for that." "You know that, and I know that, but HE doesn't believe it." "Believe it," I told HIM. J.X.'s mouth tugged into one of those heart-stopping smiles. "Maybe you should whisper in his ear.
Josh LanyonThen, like a born and bred asshole, he added to the sheriff, "He writes murder mysteries.
Josh LanyonHe was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.
Josh LanyonI hadn't liked him at first. He did sort of grow on you after a while. Like the cosmopolitans. Or maybe because of the cosmopolitans.
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