Eli Bell is the only son of a police chief inspector and a forensic scientist. He's grown up wonky in a world that only deals with the straight and narrow -- and his new boyfriend isn't helping. Rob Hawkes is six feet of muscle, tattoos, and arrest warrants. A career criminal and a former guest of Her Majesty's Prison Service, he'd rather hit Eli's parents than sit down to dinner with them. One wrong move, and Rob could destroy Eli -- and his family -- without a second thought. But this isn't what it looks like. Rob's not in control here -- and Eli's the one to blame.

What It Looks Like

Eli crawled over the cushions into his lap as beckoned, winding his arms around Rob’s neck and shoulders, nuzzling the now-definitely-a-beard.


Rob burrowed, arms closing around Eli’s waist, face burying itself in Eli’s bare neck, using his own chin to push aside the loose fabric. It tickled and when Eli squirmed, Rob tightened his grip.


The reply was so flat and factual Eli could almost feel it physically sink into his bones. He smiled against Rob’s hair before kissing his temple.


“I’m beginning to get that,” he murmured softly. “Thanks to you.” 19


Danny said he wasn’t very good—although Eli knew jack shit about boxing, so didn’t understand the fine distinction between boxing and just hitting people until they fell over, which Rob wasexcellent at—but he did amateur matches now and then. Frankly Eli was all for anything that kept Rob’s incredible biceps at the incredible stage.


Chapter 64