Lindsey Brookes

Chase? He actually said that to you?_ She frowned. __es._ __hen?_ __hen we were in bed._ __reat timing,_ Dee muttered. __ust like a man. We__l just file him away under D for dumb ass and move on. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Or better yet, S for sicko.

Fifty minutes, huh?_ he muttered. __oo long?_ she managed with a teasing smile, knowing she longer had the strength to turn him away. She wanted Dalton to make love to her again. Needed him to. He arched a brow. __ou questioning my stamina?_ Laughing softly, she reached for his shirt, pulling him to her. __ot on your life. I know better. I was just thinking that for a man who spent years perfecting the eight second ride, fifty minutes might be quite a stretch._ Threading his fingers through her hair, he looked down at her. __he stretching part is no longer in question. Hell, much longer and it__ gonna take a crow bar to get me out of these jeans._ __hen what are you waiting for?

But I thought you were home to stay,_ she said, exhaustion clear in her voice.__llie, you were my home._ He looked down at the sleeping infant. __ut I can__ stick around and watch you make the biggest mistake of your life.