"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

тАЬI told you. IтАЩm not in love with her.тАЭ

Wait for it, Blay thought to himself. Because itтАЩs coming.

This was classic Qhuinn, right here.

The male was incredible in the field. And loyal to the point of psychosis. And smart. And sexual to distraction. And a hundred thousand other things that Blay had to admit nobody else came close to. But he had one serious defect, and it wasnтАЩt his eye color.

He couldnтАЩt handle emotion.

At all.

Qhuinn had always run from anything deepтАФeven if he didnтАЩt move. He could sit right in front of you and nod and talk, but when the emotions got strong for him, he would leave the inside of his skin. Just check right out. And if you tried to force him to confront them?

Well, that wasnтАЩt possible. No one forced Qhuinn to do anything.

And yeah, sure, there were a lot of good reasons for the way he was. His family treating him like a curse. The glymera looking down on him. Him having been rootless all his life. But whatever the stressors, at the end of the day, the male was going to run from anything that was too complicated, or required something from him.

Probably the only thing that could change that was a young.

So no matter what he said now, there was no doubt he was in love with Layla, but having been through the needing with her, and now waiting for the results, he was losing his mind from worry and pulling away from her.

And therefore standing here at the side of the road, blabbering about things that made no damned sense.

тАЬI wish you both the very best,тАЭ Blay said, his heart hammering in his chest. тАЬI honestly do. I really hope this works out well for both of you.тАЭ

In the tense quiet, Blay pulled himself out of the hole heтАЩd once again fallen into, clawing his way back to the surface, away from the painful, burning agony at the center of his soul.

тАЬNow, can we get in the truck and finish our job?тАЭ he said evenly.

QhuinnтАЩs hands lifted briefly to his face. Then he ducked his head, shoved those bleeding knuckles into the pockets of his leathers, and started back for the flatbed.

тАЬYeah. LetтАЩs do that.тАЭ





SIX


тАЬOh, my God, IтАЩm going to comeтАФIтАЩm going to comeтАФтАЭ

Farther south, in downtown Caldwell, in the parking lot behind the Iron Mask, Trez Latimer was happy to hear the newsflashтАФand not surprised. But nobody else in the tricounty area needed the update.

As he worked himself in and out of the very willing participant underneath his body, he shut her up by kissing her hard, his tongue entering that hot mouth, all that unnecessary commentary getting cut off.

The car they were in was cramped and smelled like the womanтАЩs perfume: sweet and spicy and cheapтАФshit, next time he was going to pick a volunteer with an SUV or, better yet, a Mercedes S550 with some proper space in the back.