He knows my name. ‘It’s Ella.’ ‘Hm. I like that.’ He says turning around to look at me. ‘Don’t move.’ I say, trying to sound stern. He...leans against the counter, folding his arms across his chest. ‘How was your hospital stay?’ I ask him. ‘Wonderful. I’ve been meaning to pay you back for shooting me.’ ‘What the hell does that mean?’ He doesn’t reply, he just shakes his head back and forth. ‘Why’d you kill a cop, Ella? Why now after all this time?’ ‘I didn’t kill anyone.’ ‘That’s not what our. Don’t get me wrong, I mean, we love our little sister to bits, but we had a wicked side to us.Then she turned 16. She was suddenly a hot little thing and, believe me when I say this, me and my brothers wanted to fuck her and fuck her good, not once but as much as we wanted to. With a huge ass, double-D tits, and a pornstar face, our little sister looked like a slut. Of course, she didn’t dress like one and didn’t act like that and we loved her for that. But that was going to change. And so that. She had been Wade’s anchor, the single constant and stable point in his life. Their son Chris, not quite three with a head covered in curls and a smile born in yesterday that lived until tomorrow. Youthful enthusiasm for all that life offered danced in his eyes. His innocent face, smiling up from the picture, had yet to know anything but joy. Chris was their hope, their promise for the future. But the Ashton family had run out of tomorrows. With the loss of his family, Wade lost his anchor to. It began with a couple minutes of an intense visual exchange, a greeting of sorts, filled with non-spoken, emotional communication. He was nice looking and his eyes were soft, with a little twinkle. He looked gentle yet edgy, confident, but not arrogant. He was just as I’d imagined so far and I knew I liked him a lot already. Almost automatically, without any hesitation, our gazes were followed by several minutes of soft, sweet, extremely sensual kissing. Next, it became more passionate and.