Chapter 25

“Are you going to tell me what those other things are?” He wasn’t going to question me. Which was a good thing, because how could I explain it to him without revealing my intention of fucking him through the mattress?

I was going to get that Christmas present.

“Yeah, I’ll tell you, baby.”

“You know, no one’s ever called me that.”

“‘Baby?’ What do they call you? Sweetheart? Darling? Angel eyes?”

“Nothing, although once, when I was much, much younger—mon coeur, mon ange.”

“You’re not an old man, y’know.” And I was older than him.

“Thank you.”

“So you had a French girlfriend when you were what? Sixteen? And in the time since then? What do your lovers call you now?”

He smiled a little ruefully. “Quinton.”

“What, not even ‘Quinn’?”

“Well, DB and Gregor are about the only ones who do that.” A smile ghosted over his lips. Was he remembering that I did too?

“You ever think of getting DB into bed?” If he had, I was going to tear his friend to little bitty Cooper shreds.