Jasper Vale (The Edens, #4)

by Devney Perry

“I’d kill to see you without your shirt on.” Jasper barked a laugh. It was hoarse too, like he didn’t laugh enough. Sad. Should I give him a hug? Too busy contemplating that question, I didn’t realize what he was doing until it was too late. Jasper reached a hand behind his head, fisting his shirt. Whoosh. Shirt gone. “Holy. Freaking. Abs.” My jaw dropped. “Six. Definitely six.” “Eight,” he corrected. “Count again.”

like perfect,” I murmured. “I like imperfect too. I like wild and reckless moments that you never forget.”

“I don’t know. You’re the one who used to live here. What’s something spontaneous to do in Vegas?”

A man walking by answered for Jasper. “Get married.” I scoffed. “We can’t get married.” “Why not?” the guy asked, still walking, his arms raised. “Yeah,” Jasper said. “Why not?”

A cuddler. Of course I’d marry a woman who cuddled.

I loathed cuddling.