“What?” he asked in disbelief. “The answer isn’t to invent business trips to ship him off to whenever you feel like losing your cool in bed, Cole. We need to be more discreet, or this won’t work.” Or you could leave him, I didn’t say, because he was already getting worked up, and Jasper on an anger-bender wasn’t something you willingly contended with. “I’ll be more careful with you.” It killed me to say that.
