“Hey, Ian. Long time no see.” “Xander?” Ian tugged his work gloves from his hands and set them on the anvil where, moments earlier, he had been happily pounding the hell out of a piece of hot iron while singing along to some vintage Queen. With a glance to make sure everyt...
LET HIS HEAD DROP against Lyddie’s shoulder and hoped to hell he could remember how to breathe. It wasn’t exertion that had knocked the wind out of him—hell, no. It was the fist to the gut that hit him when he realized that right now, with Lyddie lying beneath him and the ...