Open mouth, insert ass. He’d blurted something so . . . true. Fuck. He’d been burying everything he felt for Del for two years. In an instant, she’d swept into his house and made him realize how damn much he cared about her. Still wanted her. But Tyler sensed that, after everything that had passed between them—and whatever damage Eric’s abandonment had caused—men, and him especially, weren’t high on Del’s to-do list. But he wasn’t letting her go easily or without a fight. “Look, let’s just . . .” Del sputtered, then looked away. “I’d like to call about Seth. I won’t be able to sleep until I hear he’s okay.” Everything inside Tyler wanted to argue. Or better yet, get her supine, get on top of her, and prove his point. But she was exhausted and scared. Now wasn’t the best time. “We can do that.” He reached for his phone. “Who has him tonight?” Tyler tried not to wince. “Alyssa.” Before Del could comment, he punched the speed dial and jammed the phone to his ear.
