The air was crisp with a cool breeze blowing across the back of his neck and reminded him that winter wasn’t far away. He zipped his jacket up higher, wishing he’d put on a longsleeved shirt underneath instead of short sleeves because— “What the hell?” he muttered when his attention was snagged b...
flew down the interstate toward Trouble. The woman next to him was playing with fire. She kept rubbing his thigh and threading her fingers through his hair. Every slight touch, every small smile and his gut tightened until he felt like his muscles were about to shatter. It was damn painful and hi...