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“Indy said that? To Ma?”“Yep. Caro was a little stunned. She was even more stunned when India said she agreed with Cam, that we’re all a bunch of idiots and hypocrites. Demanding you change and when you do, not believing that you have.” His dad picked up a rock and threw it in the pond. “I’ll admit that accusation threw me for a loop.”“Why?”“’Cause it’s true. ’Cause we’ve all been pretty selfish for years.And yeah, I’m includin’ myself in that group. It pisses me off I was so busy judgin’ you, that I didn’t see what was happenin’ right in my own damn family. Saw your brothers had followed my lead and were wrongly judgin’ you too. It took Cam to bring it to a head.” He scowled. “Although, now that I think back, Keely mentioned something along those same lines, what’s the point in changin’ if no one believes you can.” He shot Colt a sidelong glance. “I’ll admit she was right. To you. Be no livin’ with that girl if I admit it to her.”Colt smiled.“Son, I’m just gonna say this flat o

New Series: Chapter One“Get your goddamn hands off my wife.”Quinn McKay was in a rage. A red rage. An aneurysm-inducing rage. A going-postal rage.And the worst part? His wife, his helpmate, his lover, his partner, his…everything—goddammit, Libby was his everything—didn’t give two shits about his foul mood.Not. Two. Hot. Shits.Which enraged him further.“Walk it off, Quinn,” Libby McKay tossed over her shoulder, letting the young buck lead her deeper into the crowd on the dance floor. The last thing Quinn saw was the sassy head shake of her sassy new hairdo.“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him. See how goddamn happy his hands are after I break ’em off at the wrists.”“Jesus, Q, will you sit the hell down? People are starin’ at you.”“Let ’em look.”His brother Ben hissed, “Screw that. Get your dumb ass back to the table or I’m leavin’ and you can hoof it home.”“Be worth it to punch that sonuvabitch in the face.”“I ain’t bailin’ you outta jail neither.”Quinn scowled, reluctantly followi

Dishes washed, counters cleaned, he had nothing to do but wait. He’d gotten used to his own company in the evenings in recent months. Didn’t mean he liked it.After turning the burner to simmer, Quinn snuck upstairs and stood in the doorway to their bedroom.The same faded wedding ring quilt adorned the brass bed. The usual explosion of pillows were piled at the head and the extra wool blanket dangled off the foot.The room smelled the same, Libby’s cherry-almond hand lotion and a hint of wood from the cedar-lined closet. If Quinn peeled back the bedcovers, he’d catch a whiff of Libby’s apple shampoo and the underlying musky-sweet fragrance of just Libby.He stared mindlessly, trying to remember the last time he and Libby had made love in that bed. In the months prior to their separation, they may as well have been sleeping in separate rooms.A memory came to him, leaving him as breathless and embarrassed as he’d been at the time. Missing his wife, feeling adrift and lonely, Quinn had

He laughed. “You oughta see your look of horror.”She noticed he hadn’t answered her question. “Are we?”“No.” Quinn offered a wicked smile. “Unless you’ve got a hankerin’ to tattoo my initials on your sweet little ass?”“Quinn!”“What? It is a sweet little ass.”Married nine years and the man could still make her blush. “That’s not what I meant.”He stroked the back of his knuckles down her heated cheek. “That’s been part of the problem in recent years, ain’t it? Neither one of us is sayin’ what we really mean, or meanin’ what we say.”Libby closed her eyes and basked in his tender touch.“I wanna fix this between us, Libby.”Me too.Two solid raps startled them both. Quinn rolled down his window. “Hey, Cord, what’s up?”“Just makin’ sure you didn’t get cold feet.”“Nope.”Cord grinned. “Good. Took a bit of finagling, but we made room. See you two in there.”“In where?” Libby asked.“Healing Touch.” Quinn rolled up the window. “AJ is offerin’ a class on sensual massage.”“Are you ser

Quinn ripped his mouth free and nestled his cheek beside hers. “Been so long. God, Libby. I’m already there.” His rhythm never faltered, even through his short and choppy breaths. “Lift your shirt. Pull my sweats down so I can come on your belly.”Those gruff words alone would’ve been enough to get her hot again, but she was already past the point of no return. Libby reached between them. The head of his cock poked up past the waistband of his sweatpants. He’d gone commando. Handy. She briefly touched the sleek maleness before aligning the weeping tip above her belly button. “Do it.”The thrusts were hard and fast. Quinn’s head snapped back with enough force his hat fell to the dirt.Libby shamelessly watched pleasure contort her husband’s face as he came with a low moan. His pelvis kept pumping until warmth spurted across her stomach. With the constant abrasion to her clit, another quick orgasm erupted that left her gasping and selfishly wanting more.Quinn stilled and slowly opened