Beckett found himself grateful that Mouse was woman enough to frequent the ridiculous site.
Debra AnastasiaEve commanded her hostage to open the door and look calm. She didn’t turn around again, but Beckett knew what she’d done. She’d crossed some line she’d drawn for herself. She’d said his name, kissed him, and saved him.
She’d done what he couldn’t do for himself.
Livia, you make the rest of the beautiful things in the world cry for even trying at all. You make it hard for me to breathe.” Blake looked reluctant to move.
Livia felt a pedestal forming under her feet.
“Blake, I’m about to kiss the hell out of you for saying that.” She scampered around her bed to get to him and pressed her now clean, dry bod to get to him and pressed her now clean, dry body against his warm chest. Blake refused to drop her keepsake from Disney World and twirled it in her hair as he accepted her kiss. He worked hard to get every bit of vanilla gloss off her lips.
“This lipstick is like icing on the most delicious Livia cupcake,” Blake murmured.
Livia wanted to say something equally sexy but could only manage a small moan.
Blake and Beckett touched tattoos in greeting. Beckett turned his other arm over to show Blake his bandage. Blake lifted one eyebrow, and Beckett peeled the tape back to reveal his new Sorry tattoo, a perfect replica of his brother’s.
“Cole got one too,” Beckett said.
Blake looked off in the distance as his eyes filled with emotion.
Beckett pulled Blake’s face back to look at him and held it in his hand. “Never alone, bro. You’re never alone as long as I live.”
Blake nodded. “Thanks.
But now Kyle was dead center on the hardwood dancefloor, which had probably been an aerobics room in its former life, lost in herself and her dancing. She was fantastic. Even soused up on Hairy Buffalo, she moved like silk blowing in the wind—smooth and beguiling.
Debra AnastasiaCole has a background that required him to fight like an animal,” Blake said, seeming to choose his words carefully. “His dedication to the Church comes partly from what he endured as a child.
Debra AnastasiaBeckett watched as Kyle danced. “Looks like Fairy Princess has wings.”
It was as if she were alone in the room. She owned the space as she combined flying jumps with conventional dance club moves. No one could touch her talent, so they stayed on the perimeter as a backdrop to her unchoreographed show.
“She’s always been a beautiful dancer.” Livia sat down in a chair that faced the dancefloor and Blake.
The music was so loud, all Livia could do was mouth, “Are you okay?”
Blake nodded. “You’re beautiful,” he mouthed in response.
This bear looks well-loved.” He gently lifted the hairless, torn bear that Livia kept in a prominent position on her shelf.
“That’s Teddy. He’s my favorite.” Livia felt herself blush.
“Obviously. What a lucky bear.” Blake sniffed the frazzled old toy. “He smells just like you.
Livia dug around in the bottom of her closet while Blake put the figurine back where it belonged. He handled her belongings like he was the curator in a world-renowned museum.
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