“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
“He held his hand out, palm up, watching her with soft, penetrating eyes, deep, dark eyes that called to her the longer she stared at them. “How ’bout you give me the benefit of the doubt every once in a… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“How old are you?” “Old enough to know better, but still young enough to do it again.” — J.M. Stewart Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
