Copyright 2012
Bailey Bradford
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jameson was half-afraid he’d blink and Adam would be gone. He kept finding himself touching Adam, little brushes against his arm or shoulder. It didn’t escape his notice that Adam was doing the same thing even though he was leaning back against Todd. “Why don’t we find someplace less crowded so y’all can visit?” Todd’s voice was soft and deep, had that Texas twang to it that Jameson hadn’t heard in too long. He found himself picking it up, when...
Published on August 20, 2012 16:28