Single Malt Quotes

“Jamie licked his lips. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Aidan”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“Someone else had taken it over. Just like with his email. “Did you hack my phone?” “Hush, Irish.” Walker’s”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“It was desperate, it was messy, and it was the best kiss of Jamie’s life. He”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“It was the fifty-something woman behind the desk who had her office lights dimmed, a bottle of bourbon on her desk, and her eyes locked on Aidan’s hand on his back. Some emergency. A senior FBI agent caught in a cougar trap. Jamie”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“I think, I hope, for both our sakes, that it gets easier. The heart’s a resilient beast.”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“This didn’t feel casual; this didn’t feel unattached. This felt like something a whole lot more. Closing his eyes, his stomach knotted, his chest clenched, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d told Aidan a lie. *”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“Kept you alive.” He smiled softly—genuine—not his usual overly flirtatious self. “The world—his world—is a better place with you in it, Jamie. I wouldn’t risk you either. And he’s right; you’re far more valuable here.” Raw”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“You, Jamie,” he answered, with a slow, tortuous stroke down the impressive length. “All of you.” Rocking”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“I’m sorry, Irish. It’s just you and me now.” This”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“Aidan gasped. “How did you get into my email?” “Not the point right now.” Jamie waved him off as his eyes tracked down the list, freezing halfway.”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“You’re more of a force than you realize.” “I don’t scare you,” Aidan said, once he found his voice again. Cobalt eyes clashed with his brown ones. “You scare me, Irish. More than you know.” *”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“I’m sorry for being a jealous prick.” “Operation Divide and Conquer. You were acting.” Walker closed the door behind him. Aidan tossed back the rest of his bourbon and whispered his truth to the night. “I said being, Jamie.”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“I didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes.” “Working together?” “Sleeping together.” Aidan’s brows raced north. “Excuse me?” “I want to sleep with Jamie, but I didn’t know if you two were more than work partners.” He’d”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“A laugh that died when Aidan gave him a wink, turned and walked, sans towel, across the living area to his room, his firm backside on display beneath those damp swim trunks. Partner, mentor, friend, Jamie repeated to himself. Nothing more. Good”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“His partner, though, wasn’t doing him any favors. Sauntering up the wooden walkway from the beach, towel slung over one shoulder, Aidan’s swim trunks were molded to his lower body in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Groaning, Jamie turned his back on Aidan and the ocean and adjusted his shorts. By”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“When I was younger.” He intended to leave it at that, then the bourbon got the better of him again. “And you?” Gaze steady, Walker answered, “Only men.” And”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“Been here before?” “Once, on a date.” Aidan laughed, and Walker twisted, angling toward him. “Something funny?” “My first date was here,” he confessed, staring into his bourbon glass. “If you consider a quinceañera after-party with my family and hers a real date.” “So you’ve dated both, then—men and women?” Aidan’s”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“These past months have been hard, on all of us. We lost Gabe, and we almost lost you. I don’t know how any of us would have gone on after that, but you have. You’ve had the hardest road of all, and you’ve hung in there. I just wanted to say how proud I am of you.” The”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“Sorry, it’s a G-man’s life for me.” “Well—”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“Last Wednesday, though, he’d opened his mouth and before thinking better of it, revealed more about his interest in his new partner than he should have. Nothing like being misjudged and shot down by the man he’d lusted after for three years. How was he supposed to work with Aidan Talley? Jamie”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“As a married man, though, ugly was what Aidan had told himself anytime the sinfully handsome two-time NCAA champion crossed his path. “Fine.”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“Light brown hair—short on the sides, long and wavy on top—piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, a wide, easy smile. Ugly wasn’t a word anyone ever used to describe Jameson Walker, dubbed Whiskey by the national sports media given his first and last names.”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“Calm down. I’m partnering you with Walker.” “The Whiskey kid?” Mel”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“At forty-two, he still had plenty of agent years left in him. “What’ve”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“She’d lost her brother and a colleague, but Gabe had been his husband, and Tom Crane, his FBI partner for fifteen years. “If”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt