A Stealthy Situation (Franklin U 2, #2)

by Saxon James

If he saw the scar, we’re fucked. There’s no way to cover up that we’re separate people. I’ve already attempted my own matching scar, and all it got me was a scolding from West, a sore hand, and a cut that healed over too fast.

“I jokingly told him we’ll all have to live together when we’re older, and he just nodded and said, ‘Make more money, got it,’ and carried on with what he was doing.” “Good man.” “The best.”