CHARLIE
I’d been an i***t. Falling for a woman on sight. And a woman dressed like a man. That should have been my first warning. But no. My c**k wanted her. My head wanted her. My heart, well, it f*****g wanted her. And now it was crushed. I felt like a p***y being so devastated by a mere woman. A mere woman I’d only known for two days.
Fuck.
But this wasn’t a woman I bedded for the night, or even for the hour. I was no virgin, nor had I been a monk. From England to Mohamir to America, I’d had my fair share of p***y. Grace was different. Oh, she had the sweetest, tightest, most perfect p***y ever. But that wasn’t it. I wanted more from her than just temporary pleasure.
I wanted forever. Grace was mine.
She had my ring on her finger. Hank’s, too.
And we were hunting her down just as w
