The Takeover (The Miles High Club #2)

by T.L. Swan

I have three sons. Fletcher is seventeen and has taken on the unofficial job as my personal bodyguard. Harry is thirteen, and I swear to God he’s either going to end up a Nobel Prize–winning genius or in jail. He is the most mischievous human being I know, always getting into some kind of trouble—mostly at school. And then there’s my baby, Patrick, just nine years old. He’s sweet and gentle and sensible and everything his brothers are not.

“The rush is I want you naked, and I can’t get you naked until I’m naked. It’s the naked law.”

“Don’t you see?” he yells. “Dad was the one who found Tristan and sent him to us.” His eyes well with tears. “What the hell would a man like Tristan Miles want with us . . . if Dad hadn’t arranged it in heaven?” he cries.