Sami

I’m so excited to find out if we have access to Jackson’s emails that I tug on Marshal’s hand, hurrying him from the parking lot to my condo. “Hurry.”

“I thought you liked it slow,” Marshal responds as his long strides catch up with and pass me until he’s the one in the lead.

Grinning, I shake my head.

I’m not sure if I never noticed all of Marshal’s sexual innuendos, or if I did and they didn’t used to affect me. Either way, I love how ...