Ball & Chain (Cut & Run, #8)

by Abigail Roux

He grabbed Ty and dipped him backward, kissing him for all he was worth. He heard the distant snap of a few cameras,

“Heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, omnisexual, transsexual . . . we don’t give a damn.

A battered coffee table with a duct-taped leg, braced with a broken hockey stick,

“You said to bring a date and a gun,” Nick said with a crooked smile. “So I brought a date with a gun.”

like a caterpillar unfolding its wings to become a butterfly. Ty would never tell Zane he thought of him like a butterfly, of course.

“I woke up the morning of my wedding on the front lawn of the church, tied up, with my tux covered in sequins they’d taken from stripper outfits.”

Nick was a lefty, so using his left instead of his right wasn’t unusual, but it had caught Zane’s attention nonetheless.

“I’m a sniper with a tremor, Garrett. It’s like a bad joke.”

I’m Nikki Webb. I hate being here, okay? My entire body itches and I can’t get it to stop, and my hair is frizzy as hell because of all the rain, and I can’t even have phone sex with my boyfriend because we’re out in the middle of damn nowhere. I mean I love Livi, but so help me God this marriage better last forever.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side, here,” Ty grunted. “I’m on the side of the righteous, babe; means I’m rarely on your side.”

“Are we talking with the heart love or with the dick love?”

“Nick has extensive experience with, uh . . . enhanced interrogation techniques,” Kelly said, his voice flat. “What?” “The alternative set of procedures?” Kelly said, turning his head to meet Zane’s eyes. He wasn’t smiling. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “Torture. Nick was trained to torture.”