Ty’s jeans were totally soaked and clung to him like a second skin, and Zane had to swallow hard. Jesus. “Good luck getting out of those gracefully,” he rasped with a slight smile, still leaning against the wall.
“Good luck thinking for the next hour,” Ty shot back with a smirk.
“Shit,” Zane muttered, turning into the spray to wash before leaning and shutting the water off.
Ty Grady was a rude, insufferable, egotistical, stinking son of a bitch, and Zane was going to figure out how to tune him out. Otherwise, he just might give in to the pressure and kill the bastard, for the good of humanity.
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Hell would be more relaxing than this," Zane muttered as he glared at the water. "And I could get a tan.
Abigail RouxHe had no doubt that he knew who Ty was now, inside and out. He knew every one of Ty's quirks and weak spots and favorite things. He knew what Ty found funny and what annoyed him. He knew what would break his heart. He knew how to touch him to drive him wild, and when to back off when Ty was having a bad day. He knew that Ty was kind and loyal and funny, that he had a deep sense of honor and righteousness. He knew that Ty would die to save a stranger, and kill to save a friend. That was the type of man he was.
Abigail RouxTag: ty
Quit your bitching and go buy me a Stetson
Abigail RouxTag: ty
Someone would have to be out of their mind not to come back to you. I walked through a blizzard to get here.
Abigail RouxWhoa, Lone Star,” he said, laughing as he looked Zane up and down with a critical eye. “You’ll have to buy me dinner before you get that far.”
“I already bought you dinner,” Zane pointed out as he righted himself and sat down.
“And he’s already gotten that far!” Mark added.
There were guns. And tigers. And horses, Ma, the horses were horrible. And basically, people wanted to kill us. Well, not us specifically, but—
Abigail RouxTag: abigail-roux stars-stripes
What he was afraid of, he’d come to realize, was not dark spaces or falling from great heights or being buried alive. His greatest fears, in the end, were letting down those he loved and saying the words “I love you” without any hope of hearing them in return.
Abigail RouxSee, some people, they’re sticky like Velcro. You’re sticky. Your problems stick to you like fuzzballs from the laundry; you take them everywhere with you and people can see them plain as day. Ty, he’s like spandex. Nothing sticks to him, and he’s shiny on the outside
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