Twelve years of clean decisions.
Then Cole Navarro walked into my Monday review, raised his hand, and told me in front of seven people exactly where I’d gone wrong.
I accepted the correction. That was my first mistake.
I’m straight. I have twelve years of evidence. What I don’t have is an explanation for why I’ve been writing his name in my desk drawer for eight weeks. Why I know which nights he takes the stairs. Why a twenty-nine-year-old analyst with a legal pad is the first variable in twelve years I can’t account for.
He already knew what was happening.
He was just patient enough to wait for me to get there.
All characters are 18 years of age or older. This book contains explicit male/male sexual content and is intended for mature readers only. If MM romance is not your preference, this one isn’t for you.
