I was calling you earlier when your name and number flashed up on my cell’s screen. But instead of it being you, it was Chris.”
“You still have my number programed into your phone?

Colt, you’re going to be a nurse, not a cop. If anything happens, I’ll pay the fines for you.”
“Still don’t need it.”
“Why?” She paused for a moment, thinking. “Because you’re still trying to get into Daddy’s good books?”
“Shut up,” I muttered, blowing my frustrations into another balloon—it grew between my palms. This had nothing to do with my father.
“From what you’ve told me of the guy, he’s a jerking dick, Colt. I don’t know why you’re seeking his approval.

Now,” he murmured huskily into my ear, licking the skin below my lobe. I shivered. “It’s your turn.”
“Tease.

I-I can’t sleep and I was going for a walk when I noticed the truck moving… and then I found you two and, um, I mean—”
Lockland cut him off midsentence with a calm, serious tone. “Jay?”
Jay’s gaze shot up to Lockland’s.
“Spit it out!”
“I was wondering if I could… I-I don’t know… join you?

I cannot come with you, my prince," he said with great tenderness, as he kneeled over the sleeping Neriah and placed the chain around his neck. "But perhaps, when you sleep, you will dream of me." He touched his hand to Neriah's forehead and whispered, "Now, forget me.

No man can be stolen who doesn't consent to his own theft.