� He had on glasses—he only wore those when his eyes got tired—and his blue baseball cap was on backward, making him look� gaaaaah so annoying. � � Lynn Painter

� He lifted his head and looked down at me, his dark eyes flashing with intensity. “Say it again.� I swallowed as his hands pressed mine into the door. I looked into his eyes and said, “I love you.� “Again,� he growled, his voice quiet, his eyes dark. He leaned his weight more heavily onto his palms and his body, into me, his throat moving around a swallow as he watched me. “I love you, Wes Bennett,� I confessed, wondering how I’d ever thought it was possible to deny this. “I can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t love you. � � Lynn Painter