Now Emmett knew. They were talking about him. He should come out before things went any further, before anything else was said, but his feet were rooted in place. What would Jack say?
Monty continued. “He’s innocence and boyishness and raw sensuality rolled into one perfect package. I know you ache for that. You have to. Can’t you see he wants you? Can’t you see—”
His words dissolved beneath a sudden shuffle. Something hit the wall, hard—Emmett winced to think Jack had slammed Monty against the brick. He could easily picture his partner’s fists bunched in Monty’s cloak, face inches from Monty’s as he snarled, “Don’t tell me what I want. Don’t f*****g dare presume to know. You never knew.”
What had transpired between the men? Emmett wondered. How had Monty’s hands and lips once aroused J
