He was Derek’s little brother. Totally forbidden fruit. But tasty, I bet.
Jake watched the tic jump under Mitch’s left eye, a sure sign he was angry. “You know the risks. Why are you being so damn stupid?”
“He stole everything from me,” Jake said. “He’s not having my bar, too.”
The tic jumped uncontrollably for a few seconds. “He didn’t steal me… us. You were the one who threw that away.”
I’m not sure how much longer I can do this. Dread, sick and sharp, pierced him right in the gut. He simply wasn’t prepared for dealing with this avalanche of emotions, this overwhelming need to ensure Wes’s safety. He’d done his duty for well over a decade now, and never, not once, had he been as freaked out as he was right then. Something’s got to give.
“Never have I ever had sex on a train.” Cole watched the group expectantly and laughed out loud when Micah, Levi, and Cody all took a drink.
“What?” Levi shrugged. “We grew up in a railroad town. I think almost every native to Blueridge Junction has had sex on a train. I’d say at least a quarter of the town was probably conceived on a train.”
Garrison is desperate to make things right with his childhood friend, but can O’Malley, still nursing the pain and mistrust of Garrison’s betrayal, ever forgive or love Garrison again?
How can you trust the man who tried to kill you?
Baseball stats make sense. People don’t.
“Par se te vuta,” Justice whispered. His voice low and pained. “You are my life,” Cashel murmured in wonder. Justice clutched him tightly. “We have so much to talk about.” Cashel smiled. His life. His heart. Vuta in Askaran meant both. Was Justice saying he loved him?