Dillon: I don't do relationships. I've been abandoned all my life, and I don't trust a soul except my own damn self. But there's something different about Jack Chance. From his lithe, gymnast's body to his soulful hazel eyes, he's everything I never knew I wanted. When he's wrapped up in my arms, begging for more, everything seems right about the world.
I'm not boyfriend material-everyone in Abingdon knows that. I've got a moonshine-making hillbilly family, a heart hardened by war, and I walk into burning buildings for a living. Oh, and I'm still in love with my best friend.
Jack: I like a good project-maybe that's why I'm madly, ridiculously, over-the-moon in love with Dillon Manning. I want him to see what I see when I look at him-a hero, a whole, real man. I'm addicted to his touch, his body, the way he kisses me so deeply and so tenderly. There's more to Dillon than he lets on. I just want him to realize it.
But Dillon is just about on my last nerve, and I'm ready to be done. That's when the unthinkable happens.
Contains mature themes.
