““Sighing, Ryan stretched his hand out and said, “I’m Ryan.” The boy hesitated before clasping Ryan’s hand. “James William Arthur Grayson, the Viscount Exmouth.” Ryan scrunched up his nose. “So Jimmy, then. Or do you prefer Jamie?” The boy gave him a scandalized look. “It’s James. My dad says only commoners have nicknames.” Ryan laughed. “You’re so weird—Jamie.” “It’s James!” It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Ryan didn’t know yet that it was also the beginning of the most confusing relationship of his life.””
