“Boyfriends and girlfriends don’t like me around very much,” Rayne said sadly.
Understandably. Hell, erase the guy’s history and the man was still walking, talking sex. But Trent was confident he was the only one that would have Wood’s heart now and forever. “I’m not that insecure,” Trent assured. “I don’t mind helping you out.”
Wood looked damn proud and relieved.
“Don’t you rent? Are you sure your landlord won’t mind?” Rayne whispered, that silky voice holding all of them entranced.
Four sets of eyes landed on Mike, and when he tried to answer, his voice sounded so rough that he had to clear his throat to be understood. “No. No, I don’t mind at all.”
The End.