“Oh my honey Jesus. You did NOT tell Sway that you knew this fine mountain of a man, no you did NOT. Holy goodness Lord above, I need a cold shower after that girlfriend. You get your pretty little self into my chair and you tell Sway all about it. Every single delectable thing about it, if you know what I mean. Sweet heavens, I need a drink.”
I turn my head from my perch in Axel’s arms and laugh down at Sway. He is standing in the doorway of the salon fanning his face.
“What is that?” Axel says softly into my ear so only I hear him.
Turning around with a bright smile I say, “That is Sway.”
―
Harper Sloan,
Axel