“She hadn’t come for any of that. She came for him. Twenty feet in front of her, leaning back against the waist-high bar, stood the man she’d spent all day tracking down—the infamous Dillon James. The man who would soon… — J.M. Stewart Copy Share Image
“She hadn’t come for any of that. She came for him. Twenty feet in front of her, leaning back against the waist-high bar, stood… — J.M. Stewart Copy Share
“I don’t want to go home yet.” He twisted at the waist and patted the seat behind him. “Take a walk on the wild… — J.M. Stewart Copy Share
“Unable to help himself, he offered her a smile and stared into those eyes as he tapped his mouth. “I think you missed.” — J.M. Stewart Copy Share
“How do you look at your best friend the same way again when you know the flavor of his mouth?” — J.M. Stewart Copy Share
“Doubt filled her eyes. “What are we betting for, anyway?” He hadn’t thought about that, but it took his brain all of three seconds… — J.M. Stewart Copy Share
“How old are you?” “Old enough to know better, but still young enough to do it again.” — J.M. Stewart Copy Share
“You’re my best friend’s kid sister, Ang. I’ve known you since you were eight.” He ducked his head, dragged his hands through his hair… — J.M. Stewart Copy Share
“He held his hand out, palm up, watching her with soft, penetrating eyes, deep, dark eyes that called to her the longer she stared… — J.M. Stewart Copy Share
“Before she could ponder what on earth he meant or come up with a proper response, he took their charade a step further. He… — J.M. Stewart Copy Share
“I promise I don’t bite.” He winked at her. That earned him another throaty laugh. Then she bent over him, hands braced on his… — J.M. Stewart Copy Share
