“Fuck. He was gone. So far gone. Past casual, past a crush, past simple attraction. This was Aidan, sans disguises, and Jamie wanted him more than he’d ever wanted anything. “Is” — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
“I could have lost you today. My partner, my lover. Someone tried to kill you. Again. So yes, baby, for two seconds I lost… — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
“Been here before?” “Once, on a date.” Aidan laughed, and Walker twisted, angling toward him. “Something funny?” “My first date was here,” he confessed,… — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
“Light brown hair—short on the sides, long and wavy on top—piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, a wide, easy smile. Ugly wasn’t a word anyone… — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
“He hadn’t been so well worked over since Galveston. Judging by the muted morning light outside, they had just enough time to do it… — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
“Levering up, he stole another kiss and trailed his open mouth across Jamie’s cheek to his ear. “I need you.” Jamie” — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
“As a married man, though, ugly was what Aidan had told himself anytime the sinfully handsome two-time NCAA champion crossed his path. “Fine.” — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
“When Aidan looked into his eyes, all the blue was gone, his pupils blown wide. “I love you too.” Hearing” — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
“Jamie licked his lips. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Aidan” — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
“These past months have been hard, on all of us. We lost Gabe, and we almost lost you. I don’t know how any of… — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
“Jamie draped himself over his back and whispered in his ear. “You’re gorgeous like this, Irish. Skin so red I can barely see the… — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
“Aidan gasped. “How did you get into my email?” “Not the point right now.” Jamie waved him off as his eyes tracked down the… — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
“Don’t fuck him.” He had no right to ask yet he couldn’t stop from making the hopeless, helpless plea. “Don’t fuck him, and don’t… — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
“How am I supposed to tell the difference when a week ago you were dating Nic, Casey, Scott, me and God knows who else?”… — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
