Intoxicating (Elite Protection Services #1)

by Onley James

“Jesus, Charlie. Do you ever stop to think about what you say before you say it?” “Of course not. What would be the fun in that?” She

Linc’s chest rose and fell beneath Wyatt’s head, his heartbeat as steady as a metronome. Wyatt might have found it hypnotic if not for the ungodly noise emanating from Linc’s face. He was clearly not having trouble sleeping. Wyatt worried he might have trouble breathing. Was forty too young for that sleeping disorder that required people to wear masks like Bane in the Batman movies?

making himself a peanut butter sandwich before stabbing the knife into the jar and leaving it sitting on the counter, like a warning to all the other sandwich spreads not to mess with him.

It felt like love, and it made Wyatt want to cry.