When Alani started to speak, Jackson held up a finger. In the past five minutes, he'd had more mood swings than a menopausal woman. First turned-on, then territorial, bored, aggressive and now on alert.

You trust him, Trace, and you know it." "With my back," Trace snapped. "Not with my sister.

We have to figure this out, Jackson, so leash the lust.” His chin went up as he stared down at her. “Woman, you ask the impossible.” “Do it anyway!

Trace started on his way again, this time taking the lead. "She's five-four and weighs less than one-twenty. Matt can handle himself." "Says the man with the black eye.

Now, and in the future, my focus is entirely on pets and children. Im not a person who can turn a blind eye to injustice against them.

I despise stereotypes. A gay man can be a macho athlete, or he can be an interior designer or any career in between.

Manners, boy. I'll beat them into you if I have to.