Galahad In Jeans (Louisiana Knights Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Not like other men? Bullshit. Beau stood with his crossed arms braced on top of a post for the north field fence, staring out at the endless rows of daylily plants. He didn’t see the green, fan-like leaves, the rich, black soil or the blue sky reflected in the puddles standing between the rows. He saw Carla, instead, sitting up in bed, deliciously tousled and with her satin sleep shirt falling off one pale shoulder while she tried to talk sense into an overbearing asshole of an editor who clearly had no respect for her. So the man was her boss, so what? The jerk still needed a lesson in manners. He ought to be able to arrange that, Beau thought, him being such a perfect gentleman and all. He wiped a hand down his face, as those damning words flickered through his mind once more. He’d earned them the night before, he thought, bought them with aching self-control. Trouble was, the lady seemed to admire the sentiment, but without recognizing the sacrifice.
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