She told me to wait,that I was going to lose a finger." Earl looked toward the kitchen and back at Ty and Duece. He snorted. "I asked her, did she think I was stupid? Then a couple of snips later, whack. Off went the finger. And you know what that woman said to me? I said 'Mara you cut my finger off.' And your mother said to me, 'Well Earl who's stupid now?

I'm prone to paper cuts.

Zane sighed. He knew no one had died. He knew exactly what had happened last night. He just didn‟t have perspective, because when he drank, he focused in on whatever he thought his goal was to the exclusion of everything else. Last night, Ty had been part of “everything else.” That was the problem: Ty wasn‟t his keeper—Ty was his conscience.

I know the rules. I just choose to think they're stupid.

This felt so fucking good, the two of them out somewhere, flashing badges, heading to confront someone with a gun."I miss this," he admitted. Ty glanced at him, an eyebrow raised. He cracked a smile. "Me too.""I want this back," Zane added before he could think the better of it.Ty blinked rapidly, turning to face him. "Me too.

You really think I should be able to do that to you, Garrett?" Ty asked. "Why the hell would I be on alert in my own bedroom with no pants on when the only threat is my husband stomping around in a shitty mood?

Zane was starting to piss him off again. Which was good, he supposed. It meant the urge to lick him all over was passing, at least.

I love you" Ty said, the quiet words devoid of any self-consciousness of his usual bravado. " And I've never been able to say that before with such conviction. I can't remember a time when you weren't the first thing I thought of, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't care what stands in our way.

When Ty was truly hot and bothered, it could be an amazing experience, like being mauled by a lion without the fuss of needing stitches after.