Breakaway (Beyond the Play #2)

by Grace Reilly

I’ve never had baby fever, aside from the occasional reaction to a well-written breeding kink scene,

“You’re calling me Callahan because it helps you pretend there’s nothing deeper going on here,” I say in a low voice. “Cut the

shit, Penny. You know my name. Say it.”

I finished all the books you recommended.” “That might’ve been the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“I’d choose you in every universe. I took my heart out of my chest and handed it over to you, raw and red, and it’s yours forever. You own it, and even if you try to give it back, if you abandon it, I won’t take it.” “Will you take mine?”