Alden let himself into the car, stumbled to the beat-up couch and dropped onto it.
Thank the gods Dom is gone. He’d want to know what’s wrong, and I don’t think I could tell him. s**t, I’ve stepped in it again, right up to my f****d-up eyeballs. What did I just do? Why? What was I thinking? How in the depths of hell did I let this happen?
Life was beginning to look like his luck had totally gone south—at least as far as keeping a clear head and a secure heart went. Common sense told him he’d better clamp down right now and stop thinking with his c**k if he didn’t want to watch history repeat itself. No way could he survive a repeat of that summer eight years ago. He’d end up slitting his throat or blowing his brains out. For just a few crazy minutes, he’d let himself forget…
His first y
