How can you trust the man who tried to kill you?
“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?
He ran his hands over his lover’s back, over the hard globes of his ass. Over the fabric at first and then underneath the waistband and over the smooth skin hidden there.
Layton wants success, Adler wants a family…how can love make both these things possible?