Friday, January 15, 2021



On sale for $.99 as a Time Machine discount at BookStrand!

By the King’s Command…

Called before the new king, Laird Artúr was shocked to see his old lover walking through the door. His anger ignites when the king commands them to mate and fortify his borders to the north. He is heartbroken when he discovers that his new mate has no recollection of their time together. Can he forgive Dainéal and let go of the past to build a future or will his resentment end what they could have before it begins?

Laird Dainéal balks at being commanded to mate, especially to a man he knows has to be insane. Despite how much Artúr insists that they have met before, Dainéal has no memory of the man. And he would have remembered a man that was so sexy he made Dainéal’s teeth ache.

Commanded by their king to establish a stronghold to the north, Artúr and Dainéal have to fight not only their past but those that want to keep them from their future. When betrayal comes from within, the bond between them may be the only thing that saves them.


Nari Khenti is running for his life. His contract holder has been murdered and he’s accused of the crime. Now, the real killer is after him, intent on killing Nari. The only place he can think of hiding is on Katzmann.

Semyon Barak is concerned when Doctor Saris tells him someone stowed away on his ship until he realizes that the gorgeous green-eyed man is his mate—his very pregnant mate. Now he has to figure out how to keep the frightened man safe while keeping the hardest truth from him…the fact that they are mates.

Taking Nari into the desert might not be the best choice possible, but it’s the only one Semyon has because the man after Nari is closing in on them and he has the power of the Elquone thrown behind him. Semyon will have to use every bit of training he’s ever had to keep his mate and their child alive, because if the dangers of the desert don’t kill them, the bands of roaming bandits just might.


A lace corset, a bar of rose scented soap…

Lovers Jeb McCain and Boone Fowler don’t know what to expect when they find an unconscious man in the countryside, but it’s certainly not a sexy little man dressed in a woman’s lace corset.

They soon discover that they want Avery to join their little family, but to keep him safe, Avery has to become their wife. Can they convince Avery and the rest of Applegate Valley that the pretty man they’ve fallen for is a woman?

Thursday, January 7, 2021

RELEASE DAY: Beauty and His Beast

Beauty and His Beast

Saturian Trilogy 1

 available now!

Someone is out to kill Jynx K'Vada and the only way he can protect himself is to buy a guardian beast, something he is loath to do. When he visits a lab and discovers a man being horrible abused, he buys him on the spot. He has no idea that he's just changed the entire course of his life.

Bay doesn't remember anything of his life past the last few weeks, and those had been filled with nothing but pain and rage. When a sweet smelling man rescues him from his horror, Bay knows protecting Jynx is more important than his life. The man was meant to be his.

With the continued attempts on Jynx's life, and someone hunting them, they know they have to figure out who is after them before its too late, but doing so means solving a mystery neither of them is prepared for. It reaches beyond them and into the stars.

Story Excerpt

Jynx shook his head as yet another pet was brought before him. This one at least looked like he had been given a decent meal recently. He might be able to defend Jynx as well as himself.

In the last few days he had seen pet after pet. Most of them seemed to be pleasure slaves, which was definitely not what Jynx was looking for. He needed someone that could protect him, not give him a good time between the sheets.

"Do you have anything a little sturdier?" Jynx asked as he turned to look at the lab agent standing next to him. "I'm looking for someone to keep me safe, not warm my bed. The commander said you might have a guardian beast I could purchase."

Just saying the words made Jynx's stomach roll. He was beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea. Maybe he should rethink his idea of hiring another bodyguard. At least with a bodyguard, they could think for themselves. Jynx didn't want some mindless slave.

"I'm certain we can find something that meets your requirements, Seer K'Vada," the smarmy little man replied. "If you will just come this way?"

Jynx rolled his eyes and followed the lab agent down the hallway to another wing of the laboratory. All those white walls were starting to give him a headache.

"I'm sure I can find you something to meet your needs," the man began saying as if it was an everyday occurrence to be discussing the purchase of another human being. "We have a thirty day guarantee on all of our products. If for any reason you are dissatisfied with your purchase you can bring it back and exchange it for another."

The man flashed Jynx a smile.

Jynx barely stopped from shuddering. He didn't like the lewd way the man looked at him. It was even creepier than the idea of buying someone.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather purchase a pet? They can be very useful in relieving stress. Our training program has the highest rating."

I'll bet. Jynx plastered a smile on his face. "Positive."

"Very well." The man led Jynx to a large metal locked door. He typed in a code on the keypad and the door swung open. The man walked in, hit a button near the door causing a red light to flash and then gestured to the long hallway. "All of the specimens in this wing have been micro-chipped and are ready for purchase."

Jynx glanced where the man pointed, grimacing. Lining each side of the long hallway were small cells. Each cell held one person. The moment the red light flashed the men and women stood at attention in front of the large glass doors keeping them in their cells.

They looked like perfect little automatons.

Jynx walked down the hallway looking into each cell as he passed. The agent was right, everyone here seemed to be hardy, healthy, and in some cases, downright huge. Still, Jynx wasn't feeling a connection with any of them.

He knew that wasn't the point. Whichever one he chose would have their microchip adjusted to match his biorhythms, making them basically answerable to only him. Until Jynx either sold them or died, they would belong to him.

"Do any of these specimens fit your requirements, Seer K'Vada?"

"Just K'Vada, please," Jynx said. "Seer is my designation, not my name."

"As you wish, Mr. K'Vada," the man said, bowing his head slightly.

Jynx ignored the man and continued down the hallway. He hated it when people referred to him as Seer K'Vada. Just because he could read thoughts and emotions didn't mean that was all he could do. He was more than his ability.

Jynx turned sharply when he heard a commotion at the end of the hallway. There seemed to be a lot of yelling and banging. His jaw dropped open when a man flew through the air, hit the far wall, and slid to the floor. There was blood on his face.

"Oh, my," the agent beside him whispered.

"What's going on down there?" Jynx asked.

"I'm sure it's nothing," the agent said quickly, placing his hand on Jynx's arm. "Why don't we go back down here and look at some of these specimens? I'm sure we can find you what you're looking for."

 Jynx shook the man's hand off his arm and started down the hallway. The farther he went, the more anxiousness welled up inside of him. He couldn't tell where it was coming from. He was shocked that he was feeling it at all. The gold band he wore around his head was designed to suppress the thoughts and emotions of others.

It wasn't helping. The thoughts and emotions that bled through were jumbled, incoherent, but their meaning was clear in all of its intensity. Their desperation clawed at me. Someone was terrified, screaming out for freedom.

They were also angry and hurt.

The noise grew louder the further Jynx walked. He could hear men laughing, prodding and teasing someone or something. Whoever it was roared in outrage, sending a spike of apprehension shooting down Jynx's spine.

Jynx rounded a corner and felt more shocked than he could ever remember being. He looked into a small square room. Three rather large men in uniforms stood between him and the creature crouched in the corner on the far side of the room.

He was pretty sure it was a man, a very large man, but it was hard to tell. Besides the numerous electrical burn marks on his body, the lacerations and abrasions, the man was totally naked except for a long curtain of matted blue-black hair.

Jynx quickly realized that the three men torturing him didn't know he stood behind them. They were laughing and pointing at the man in the corner, making all sorts of rude and derogatory comments.

When one man stepped forward and started stabbing at the crouching man with what looked like a cattle prod, Jynx clenched his hands as rage flared through him. He used his strongest, most intimidating voice. "What the hell is going on in here?"

RELEASE DAY: Undercover Complications (Cade Creek 23)


Cade Creek 23

available now!

Nathan Collins just wanted to finish his prison sentence and then find some little place to hide from the world. He was done dealing with idiots or people who thought he owed them simply because he was breathing the same air. He did not expect to get pulled into a crime by one of the guards or to escape from prison with him.

Norton Beck had been undercover long enough to know he needed a break. Maybe it was because he'd spent too much time dealing with hostile inmates or ignorant co-workers. Whatever it was, he needed to finish this case so he could go home.

That was easier said than done, especially when the entire case blows up in his face and he's forced to escape with one of the inmates. Luckily for him, it was the one inmate he wouldn't mind getting to know a little better.

Forced to go on the run, they head to Cade Creek, the one place they might have a chance of proving they aren't the bad guys, but first they have to avoid a state wide manhunt, deal with a bullet wound, and accept their growing desire for each other.

Story Excerpt

"Open cell eighteen."

Nathan Collins stood to his feet and moved to stand against the wall. He knew the drill. He had no idea why one of the guards was coming into his cell, but he'd long ago given up being incensed over the lack of privacy granted him in prison.

There just wasn't any.

"Face the wall, Collins."

Collins turned to face the wall, making sure he kept his hands in plain sight. That was something else he'd learned. Guards tended to get jumpy around him as if they expected him to jump them at any second.

As if.

Losing his temper and jumping someone as what had sent him to hell in the first place, and River Ridge Correctional Facility was the biggest example of hell he'd ever been in, barring the time he'd spend in the Middle east during the his stint in the service.

Nothing beat that hell.

Collins stiffened when he felt a presence at his back. Thing number three he'd learned. Just not here. He never trusted having anyone at his back, but he'd learned that as a kid. His sperm donor had been a little too free and easy with his fists. Collins had known by the time he was six years old never to turn his back on the guy.

"You got anything on you, Collins," the guard called out, but he called out a little louder than Collins thought was needed.

What did he know?

"No, sir."

He almost chuckled, wondering if the guard could hear the insult in his voice. Calling him sir was Collins' secret way of telling the guy to go fuck himself. He'd done the same in the service. Very few times had he truly meant it with respect.

Hot breath blew out across the back of his neck.

"Rawley made it to Cade Creek," the guard murmured in a tone so low, Collins almost couldn't understand him. "He's safe with Yuval."

Collins jerked when he realized what he was being told. "They're okay?"

"They're good. Had a little trouble with the father of the kid Yuval killed, but he'll be joining you here in club med pretty soon."

Collins grinned. "You don't say."

Yuval Zev was a young man who never should have been sent to prison. He'd accidently killed the guy who had beaten up his father and tried to rape his mother. The justice system made a mistake when they sent Yuval here. He never belonged here and Collins had been very glad when his conviction had been overturned and he'd been sent home.

Rawley Davis had been Yuval's cellmate. He'd been in prison for murder as well, and for almost the same reason. He'd killed the guy who had tried to rape his sister. The different between Yuval and Rawley was that Yuval regretted what he'd done. Rawley did not.

Rawley had gotten an early release after Yuval hired an attorney to look into his case. He'd left a couple of months previous. I hadn't heard a word about either of them until now. While I was glad to know the two men were finally free and together, I didn't understand why the guard was telling me.

Norton had proven to be one of the good guys. He didn't meet out unwarranted punishments. He didn't fuck with the prisoners just because he could, and he certainly didn't partake of the cruelty the other guards seemed to thrive on.

Still, he was a guard which meant he couldn't be trusted.

"Stay clear of him, Collins," the guard warned. "He has friends in high places."

Well, fuck.

"I won't go looking for trouble." He had a little over two years left on his sentence. He just wanted to do his time and then get the hell out of there.

"Just keep your nose clean. This isn't the place to get noticed."

Again, Collins was struck by the fact that he was being warned by a guard. That didn't make any sense to him. Not in this place.

Still, it didn't pay to argue, especially since the man was right. Prison was not the place to get noticed. This prison specifically. The evil in this place went all the way to the core. The guards were just as bad, if not worse, than the convicts.

"I hear you."

Without another word, the guard turned and walked out of the cell. "Close cell eighteen."

Collins didn't turned away from the wall until he heard the cell door close and then he walked to the bars and watched as Norton stopped at the cell next to him.

"Open cell seventeen."

Norton turned and caught his eyes before stepping into the cell and disappearing from sight. Collins watched for another moment and then walked back over to stretch out on the bottom bunk. He stared at the bunk above him, his arm curled under his head.

He had been lucky so far in the fact that he'd had a cell to himself since he'd arrived at the facility. He wasn't sure if the powers that be were afraid to put someone in his cell with him or if they just hadn't done it, but he was glad he didn't have to share.

Collins laid there and pondered the things Norton had said to him until he heard the dinner buzzer go off. He climbed out of his bunk and walked to the cell bars and waited until they opened and then stepped out into line.

He was glad to hear Rawley had made it to Cade Creek and hooked up with Yuval. Despite living in hell, and suffering more than anyone should ever have to suffer, Yuval had fallen for Rawley. He hadn't been sure if Rawley had fallen for Yuval, but he couldn't stand to see the little man's heart be broken and had encouraged Rawley to go after him.

It felt good to know he'd been right.


Monday, June 22, 2020


One Last Go Around
Cade Creek 22

coming July 9th 2020

Yuval Zev was a quiet, shy accountant who worked hard, loved his parents, and always dreamed of owning a horse. He had his entire world turned into a nightmare when he's found guilty of killing a man in cold blood. Prison is a nightmare. Surviving might be a bit easier when he meets his new cellmate, Rawley.

Rawley Davis is in prison for killing the man who tried to rape his sister. He'd do it again in a heartbeat if it meant saving someone he cared about. He just didn't expect to start caring for his timid little cellmate. Clearly, someone had messed up somewhere. Yuval had no business behind bars. Until they figured that out, Rawley was going to have to keep him safe from the real monsters behind bars. He just wasn't sure he could save himself from falling for Yuval.

With hardnosed guards and inmates with no morals all around them, Yuval and Rawley have to be on watch all the time. Someone is out to get Yuval at any costs and the only thing standing between him and his nightmares is Rawley.

Thursday, June 4, 2020


Hot Mess; Friends & Family 3

coming June 2020

I'd wanted Sam Brodsky for ages, but because I didn't trust many people, I'd placed him firmly in the friend category when we first met and I was having a hard time pulling him out. I wanted him in the lover category. I just didn't know if he wanted the same thing.

Angelo Delvecchio was a great friend. He'd make an even better lover. I was positive of it. I just had to get him to realize how good we could be together. When he invited me to spend the weekend at his house on the beach, I knew this was my opportunity to prove it.

It seemed as if the fates had something else in mind. When we received an emergency call from a friend, we jump on Angelo's jet to fly home, only we didn't make it. Surviving a plane crash is the least of our worries. We need to survive the people hunting us while we try to figure out who they are and what they want, but at least I got a kiss out of it.

Sunday, May 31, 2020


Assassins Inc. 6

coming July 2020

My name is Ion and I'm a handler for the panther council. It's my job to keep the assassins assigned to me safe and informed while they complete their missions. I'm good at my job. I'm just not real good at keeping myself safe so when someone started hunting me, I did the smart thing. I ran.

My name is Storm. I'm a panther assassin. I kill people for a living and I feel no regrets. Ever. When sent to rescue a geeky little human, I was shocked to discover he was my mate. I don't want a mate. I'll keep Ion safe until I can return him to headquarters, but I'll be damned if I claim him, not even when his life is in danger.

I'd known since the moment I was born that I was ordinary. I wasn't fat. I wasn't skinny. I wasn't tall. I wasn't short. I wasn't manly. I wasn't effeminate. I wasn't even overly muscled or frail.
I had basic brown hair. Not light honey brown hair or deep chestnut brown. Just brown. Mouse brown. I had brown eyes, too. They weren't deep chocolate brown or light caramel brown. They were just brown. Mouse brown. All of me was brown except my skin and it was just bland.
There was nothing spectacular about me.
Which made me totally confused as I watched two men pummel each other over me. Me. At least, I think they were fighting over me. That part was still a little sketchy.
I had been standing there drinking a beer when the dark haired guy—who was about to get punched in the face—had walked up to me, leaned in and sniffed, then growled. Blondie had flown out of nowhere and taken the dark haired dude down to the ground and the fight had commenced.
I stood there with my beer in my hand and my jaw hanging down to my chest as the two rather muscular men rolled around on the floor, biting and clawing at each other in between punches.
It really was very weird.
I knew neither of these men. I'd never even seen them before. Maybe they weren't fighting over me. Maybe I had just gotten caught in the cross fire so to speak.
Yeah, that was probably it.
I just couldn't imagine someone fighting over me.
Don't get me wrong. I didn't consider myself ugly by any means, and I'd had my share of dates, and one spectacular relationship that had totally gone up in flames after three months. But I wasn't sitting at home crying into my Cheerios over my lack of love life.
Besides, I was out of Cheerios.
Fight or no fight, the two men were putting on quite the show. It was obvious even to the stupidest man—and I never claimed to be stupid. Boring, yes. Stupid, no—that both men were in very good shape. Muscles were overflowing all over the place.
When they started to roll in my direction, I grabbed my drink and hopped up onto the bar top. I knew I should just leave, but there was no way I was taking off before the fight ended. It wasn't so much that I wanted to know why they were fighting, but more that I was having a hard time tearing my eyes away from all that beautiful tanned skin.
They were really spectacular.
I groaned when my phone buzzed. I wanted to ignore it, but I knew that would be a very bad idea. I pulled it out of my pocket and glanced at the screen. Damn, I knew it. Today was supposed to be my day off, but it didn't look like that was going to happen.
I stared at my drink for a moment before setting it on the counter. I'd like nothing more than to guzzle down the last of it, but if I was headed to work I had to be sober. I wasn't sure why I was needed back to work, but the nature of my job demanded a clear mind.
I glanced at the two men fighting one last time, wishing I could stay and congratulate the winner and maybe console the loser, then hopped off the bar and started for the door.
I was grabbed before I took two steps. I glanced down at the hand on my forearm then up to the man who that hand belonged to. It was one of the guys who'd been fighting. The blond stood behind him.
The man shot me a grin. "You're not leaving so soon, are you, sweetness? The party's just getting started."
I jerked my arm out of his strong grasp. "Sorry, I have to go to work."
I frowned at the tone of the man's amused chuckle. I reared back when he raised a hand toward my face. I didn't know this guy. He had no right to touch me.
"And what's a pretty little boy like you do?'
"I bet you have some rich sugar daddy somewhere, don't you."
I took a step away only to back into another body. I knew without looking it was his buddy. Why the two of them had been fighting, I had no idea, and this point, I no longer cared. They were both quickly losing their appeal.
I stepped to one side and tried to walk around the man in front of me. I frowned when he stepped in front of me. "Excuse me."
"Don't leave, sweetness," the brown haired guy said. "Things were just getting interesting."
"Like I said, I have to get to work."
There was something about this situation that I wasn't getting. I wasn't the sort of man that two guys fought over. Like I said, I didn't think I was ugly, but I wasn't all that either.
This didn't make sense.
"Please, excuse me."
"Hmm, I like the way you say please."
"I'm not interested." I raised my voice so everyone would hear me. I wanted it made clear that these guys had nothing I wanted. Well, they did. It was just too bad their attitude went along with the gorgeous bodies. "Please, move so I can leave."
"Naw." The brown haired guy chuckled. "The party is just getting started."
As soon as he started to pick me up, I lashed out. One kick to the balls and one sharp jab to the throat, and I was released, only to be grabbed by the blond behind me. I jabbed my elbow back into his gut. I heard his breath come out in a quick gust of air. I lifted my leg as I spun in a round house quick and nailed him on the side of the head.
He went down.
The brown haired guy roared with outrage as he reached for me. I shot out with my hand, two quick jabs. He gasped as he grabbed his throat and dropped to his knees.
"No means no, asshole." I stepped around the two men and walked out the front door. I hurried down the street to the bus stop.
After checking to make sure I hadn't been followed, I used my phone to check in and make sure I wasn't being called into work for something life threatening. That would require a cab and not a bus ride.
Nothing seemed blaringly apparent, but looks could be deceiving, and often were, as the two men back at the bar had just discovered. I was small, but I was scrappy. My father had been teaching me self defense since I was in diapers. I knew how to take care of myself.
I just wish every other person on the face of the planet taller than five foot seven inches tall would figure that out as well. My mother had been five foot four inches tall. My father stood at five foot ten inches tall. I didn't have a chance in hell.
Being short sucked.

Monday, May 18, 2020

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Crashing Into Forever


Hot Mess; Friends & Family 3

coming June 2020

I'd wanted Sam Brodsky for ages, but because I didn't trust many people, I'd placed him firmly in the friend category when we first met and I was having a hard time pulling him out. I wanted him in the lover category. I just didn't know if he wanted the same thing.

Angelo Delvecchio was a great friend. He'd make an even better lover. I was positive of it. I just had to get him to realize how good we could be together. When he invited me to spend the weekend at his house on the beach, I knew this was my opportunity to prove it.

It seemed as if the fates had something else in mind. When we received an emergency call from a friend, we jump on Angelo's jet to fly home, only we didn't make it. Surviving a plane crash is the least of our worries. We need to survive the people hunting us while we try to figure out who they are and what they want, but at least I got a kiss out of it.

I glanced at Sam's phone when it rang. I thought about not answering it, but my avid curiosity—and maybe a bit of jealousy—got the better of me.
It said private number.
"Who is this?" I asked after swiping my finger across the screen.
"Who is this?" came the terse reply.
I bristled with indignation. I couldn't remember the last time someone had talked to me like this. "This is Officer Sam Brodsky's phone and—"
"I know who's phone it is. That's who I was calling."
"Who is this?" I repeated.
"This is Lyn. Who is this?"
"Oh, Lyn." I blew out a relieved breath. "This is Angelo. Sam is in the shower. Can I take a message?"
"Do you think you could go get him? This is kind of an emergency."
"Yes, of course." I started walking toward the guest room. "Give me just a moment." I pressed the phone to my chest and rapped my knuckles on the bathroom door. "Hey, Sam? Lyn is on the phone. He says it's an emergency."
I caught a flash of naked skin and rounded ass as Sam turned off the shower, opened the stall door, and reached for a towel.
I was sad to see all that skin covered up.
I handed the phone over when Sam held out his hand.
"What'd Lany do now?" Sam asked. He was silent for a moment as if he was listening to Lyn talk and then he asked, "Lyn?" He chuckled. "Okay, just making sure." Sam put the phone on speaker then set it on the counter. He reached for an extra towel and began drying off.
I had no shame.
I leaned against the doorframe and watched.
"Sal and Lany are busy because Lany fell and hurt himself," Lyn said in a harried voice. "David is on his way to the airport to fly back from visiting his aunt. You're next on my list."
"I'm in Martha's Vineyard, Lyn."
"Martha's Vineyard?" Lyn sounded confused.
"What are you doing there?"
Sam grinned at me. "Angelo wanted to show his beach house."
I wanted to show him more than that. I just wasn't sure how to go about it. I had carefully cultivated my friendship with Sam Brodsky over the years, wanting to make sure he was a man I could trust.
I'd met a lot of boneheads in my time.
Unfortunately, my hesitation pushed us firmly into the friends category and I'd been trying for ages to move us into the boyfriend category. I thought this trip to my beach house might do it, but it looked like I might have hoped for too much.
"Did you all get the week off or something?" Lyn asked.
I was confused for a moment until I remembered that Officer Lyn Philips had resigned from the SWAT unit Sam served on. He'd gone to work for the FBI's cyber crimes division. Both were dangerous as hell. I'd rather run my corporation. At least there, if someone tried to stab you in the back, it was usually financial and not lethal.
"Sal gave us all a three day weekend so he could spend some time with Lany and the kids."
I waved my hand until I caught Sam's attention then quickly mouthed that I could fly him home in just a few hours if he needed to go. I understood Sam's dedication to his job and his friends. That was the world I wanted to belong to.
"Angelo says he can have his jet fly us back," Sam explained to Lyn, "but it'll still be a few hours. Can you hold out that long?"
"Probably not."
Sam's eyes were pinched with worry when he shot me a look. "Have you called Clarke?"
"No, not yet. I still have a few people I can call."
Sam rolled his eyes. "You can call Clarke, you know. He was a little bent out of shape when you quit, but I'm sure he'd still help you if you're in trouble."
"I'll call him if I can't find anyone else."
"I'll have my pilot get the jet ready. We can fly out as soon as you're dressed," I whispered before pulling my cell phone out of my pocket and quickly typing out a message to my pilot. He was new so I didn't know how long it would take him to get things going.
"Okay, Lyn." Sam sighed. "Angelo says he'll fly us back tonight. We should be there in a few hours."
"Let me see if I can get a hold of Vinnie first. I don't want you to have to cut your trip short. I'll talk to you later, Sam."
Lyn hung up before either Sam or I could say anything more.
"What was that all about?"
Sam shook his head. "I don't know, but Lyn usually isn't the one in trouble. Lany is."
Oh, I'd heard about the things my brother-in-law did, and they made me shudder. My brother should get a freaking metal.
"How much time do you need to get ready to go?" I asked.
I guess it was a good thing we hadn't gotten unpacked yet.
"Ten minutes tops."
"Okay, I'm going to grab my bag and call for a driver." I glanced at my watch. "We should be to the airport in about thirty minutes."
"Hey, Ang, I appreciate you doing this. I know you wanted to spend the weekend here. I'm sorry we have to go back early."
I shrugged so he wouldn't know how much I wanted this, and how much I hated leaving. "We can come back another weekend."
"Yeah, but how many weekends do you get off from work and have a sitter for Cole?"
Not many.
It had pretty much taken having all the planets aligned just to be here now.
Still, my thoughts went back to how much Sam cared about his friends. If I wanted in his life in a more permanent manner, I had to accept that about him. I even appreciated that about him.
Sam Brodsky was made loyal.
"I'm sure we can figure out another weekend."
I'd tell Sam Brodsky anything he liked as long as he kept smiling at me like I mattered. 
"Get dressed."
I turned and walked out of the room before I could stay and beg.
I was close.