She, Ford and Charley had spent the rest of the afternoon and evening just being together. They’d eaten, watched movies, laughed, snuggled and had no more discussions of John, relationships or the insanely hot thing Ford had let Charley do to him. It was as if the encounte...
“Kip! Oh my god! Are you okay?” Still wearing his work gloves, he pushed the Christmas tree back up and cleared away enough sharp glass to allow her to turn over and sit up. “I’m fine,” she sputtered, embarrassed, and then glared up at him. “Why did you just walk right in?” He was kneeling in fro...
The men were already in bed. Evie was the straggler, needing more time in the shower than either man. Nervous and excited about the invitation into Ford’s room, she’d freshly shaved her legs and after the shower had made sure her hair was completely dry. She had a hunch Ford wasn’t as cavalier ab...