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147 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 2, 2016


“Jenny, I need to tell you something.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m in love with Will.” Patrick blows out a long breath, a joyous hilarity rising up in him, and he says it again. “I’m in love with Will.”
“Okay? I already knew that?”
“I didn’t.”
“I can’t believe you lied to me. I can’t believe you let me think we were friends.”
“We are friends. Which is your fault. If you’d let me have the jam doughnut and then left me alone, we wouldn’t be here now.”
“It was my doughnut.”
“I was there first.”
She crosses her arms and glares at him. “I can’t believe I agreed to share it with a liar.”
“I can’t believe I shared it at all.”

“I prefer to drop in, wreak havoc and get the hell out of Dodge.”
“Seeing him on his knees like that, helpless and wild-eyed, has awakened something in Will he’s never known before: a violent possessive protection. If his father had hurt Patrick – no, if he ever hurts Patrick, Will’s not sure what he’ll do, but he knows it’ll be ugly and no one involved is coming out alive.”
“I want to know how he’ll look with gray hair and wrinkles. What he’d name a dog. If he cries at weddings … If he’d cry at our wedding. I can’t remember. I don’t think he did.”

Patrick shuts the door behind Will and leans against it, studying his whole body in the bathroom mirror. He's handsome enough; fit, and his cock is nice. He turns around and looks at his ass: round, high, and he'd eat it if he wasn't himself. Physically, he's happy with what he has to offer Will.

“Now, tell me how you fell in love with Will.”
“I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake.”
She shakes her head and laughs softly. “I hate that you’re so adorable that I’m about to forgive you for being a piece of crap liar.”
“I didn’t lie about the important things.”
She sighs. “So you didn’t mean to fall in love with Will?”
“It’s been horrible. Why does anyone want to feel this way?” He touches his chest, where his heart aches, and shudders. “Love is awful.”
"Dr. McCloud is one of the most admired and skilled neurosurgeons in the United States.”
“The world,” Patrick whispers, crossing his arms over his chest.