J.K. Coi

That voice inside his head telling him he__ failed Bria when she needed him most was getting louder every day, but he refused to listen. That wouldn__ help. He never looked back. He couldn__ look back, could only do what he always did: fight his way forward, fight for his future_their future.

Leo was a force of nature. He lived life big and loud in all respects_which meant that when he got riled up, everyone was sucked into the vortex along with him. His temper was legendary, but then again, so were his passions. He was charming and charismatic, brilliant and quick. He loved to argue, loved to box and work out, loved to laugh, loved to_love. And from the day they__ met, he__ swept her up into his whirlwind sphere, and she felt like she hadn__ been allowed a second to breathe since. Not that she__ minded, not while it had all still been safe and contained. She__ delighted in his passions_all of them. But everything was different now.

He reached for her hand. She jerked her head up, eyes wide. __tay,_ he repeated. __ could use the company._ She hesitated. A rueful smile pulled at his lips. __ promise I won__ try to kiss you again_tonight.

He was struck dumb by her brilliant blue eyes. Eyes that could drag a man out of the darkest hole and into the light.

She looked at his outstretched hand, seeing it for what it was. A challenge. An invitation. A promise. They could never be just a "fling." A fling was something you didn't put your heart into.

He liked confidence in a woman. And intelligence. And apparently he liked sass, all wrapped up in a straight-laced, tight-lipped bodyguard.