“ Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. Must we do this?What happened --I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won't have to worry about being jumped like a felon again.Blay frowned. He and I… J.R. Ward
“ Saxton smelled really good and had a handshake that was firm. You've grown up a lot.Blay found himself flushing as he took his hand back. You're just the same. Am I? Those pearl eyes flashed. Is that… J.R. Ward
“ As that fucking chandelier twinkled overhead, Blay said roughly, I'm still in love with him.Saxton dropped his eyes and brushed a the top of his thigh, as if there might have been a tiny piece of lint… J.R. Ward
“ The male who'd just arrived laughed as he embraced Qhuinn. You have a way with words, cousin. I would say...trucker meets sailor crossed with a twelve-year-old. J.R. Ward
“ Saxton was indeed clear on things: Blay was still in love with Qhuinn— and probably always would be.Why? he said to his lover.Because I want you for however long I have you. J.R. Ward
“ Wheeling around, he went blindly for the doors, messing up the piles, nearly knocking himself over on the coffee table.Saxton got there first, blocking the way out with his body.Blay's eyes locked on… J.R. Ward
“ You know, Qhuinn's an interesting character. Saxton reached out with an elegant hand and picked up his port. He's one of my favorite cousins, actually. His nonconformity is admirable and he's survived… J.R. Ward
“ The thread of will-they-or-won't-they was the real driver of every word and glance and shift of body.So...this was a date, Blay thought. A subtextual negotiation slipcovered in talk of books read and… J.R. Ward
“ Blay said roughly,I'm still in love with him Saxton dropped his eyes and brushed at the top of his thigh, as if there might have been a tiny piece of lint there. I know. You thought you weren't? J.R. Ward
“ And God help them both, if it hadn’t been for Saxton, Qhuinn would have dropped the l-word right then and there, even though the timing was stupid. J.R. Ward
“ I didn’t know you were a sherry man. Huh? Qhuinn glanced down at what he’d poured himself. Fuck. In the midst of the self-lecture, he’d picked up the wrong bottle. Oh, you know… I’m good with it. To p… J.R. Ward
“ They never held hands. Never kissed in front of anyone. And there were no covert hot glances, either. But then again, Blay was a gentleman. And Saxton the Classy Slut put on a good show.His cousin was… J.R. Ward
