Bryon (Billionaire Boys Club, #6)

His hand extended, palm upturned, he wiggled his fingers, and she settled hers in it, rising at his tug. He didn't bother to close the car door, but walked her into the light of his headlamps and drew her into his arms. Swaying, he sang a tune from his younger years, but what had been done on a stage in a cloud of cigarette smoke in front of people who didn't care about the words held a new meaning spoken to her.

She gazed at him briefly, then dropped her cheek to his chest, and something h...