Faelan stuffed his mouth with the granola bar like a starving toddler and moved down the aisle with the loaded cart. Bree grabbed an empty one and squeaked back. She rounded the corner and stopped. Faelan wasn’t chewing. That was a good sign. The package he was reading wasn’t. He glanced up, mouth parted, eyes dark, and the hand holding the box of extra large condoms darted behind his back.

He moved from grave to grave, head bowed, stopping to touch each one. She watched as he dropped to his knees and leaned his head against a stone. Faelan had found his family.

I don’t scream. It’s a known fact.” Tavis had considered it a personal challenge. “Pardon me. Your manly roar.

I’m working on my application for knighthood. But if you want something less chivalrous and more carnal, let me know.

Kendall slapped his butt. “Anyone ever tell you that you have a nice ass?” “No one that matters.

Arthur might be a king, but he can’t make you come.

He grinned against her lips. “Slow down before you tear off a part we both need.

What about me? You read anything on me?”“You’re angry, a rebel, and you like sex.

Are you always this charming?” she asked, slamming the trunk. “You should see me in bed,

Do you always stare at women’s legs, Mr. Stone?” she whispered. “Only when they’re worth looking at.