Gloves Off (Vancouver Storm, #4)

by Stephanie Archer

“You’re held together with pins and K-tape, Volkov.

Same, buddy, same.

That dress. I fucking hate that dress. I love that dress.

Wishing I could call her my wife for real. The last thought isn’t even a concern anymore. That’s how far gone I am. I don’t care if she’s not there yet. I’ll be patient. I’ll wait until my wife is ready.