Cross-Checked (Boston Rebels, #3)

by Julia Connors

As if he can read my mind and already knows about my plans for later tonight, his pupils dilate while his eyes focus on my lips. The ever-present hunger is written across his face, like it is any time he sees me. “Knock it off,” Nicholas mutters from beside me as he watches us. “No one needs to see this.”

As we step up to the Wilcotts, I slide my arm around AJ’s waist and press a kiss to the crown of her head. Even with those three-inch nude heels she’s wearing, I could still rest my chin on the top of her head.

Flex

I clap and cheer for her as she takes the stage, the red soles of the sexy heels I bought her catching my eye with each step.

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