Rylee didn't turn around. "He was being a 'philanthropist' for the tax break and the ego, Colton. Not for the kids."
" if he stepped out of line?" he murmured.
"No," Colton whispered, his eyes dark with the intensity that always seemed to pull her under. "But even if he was, you'd find a way to make him apologize for his wings being too loud. You're the only person I know who isn't afraid of the fire—or me." [S1E6] Why does it not surprise me that you 'd ...
He didn't wait for her to answer. In the silence of the Malibu night, the "reckless bad boy" realized that while he spent his days winning on the track, the only real victory was the one woman who refused to let him win by default.
Inside, the house was too large and too still, until he saw her. Rylee was standing on the balcony, her silhouette framed by the moon, looking like something far too pure for a man who spent his life chasing adrenaline and outrunning demons. Rylee didn't turn around
The roar of the engine was the only thing that could drown out Colton Donavan’s thoughts, but tonight, even the 800-horsepower beast beneath him felt quiet. He pulled the car into his Malibu driveway, the salt air biting at the heat radiating from the hood.
"Is that what you think he was? An angel?" Rylee asked, her breath hitching as he pulled her closer. "No," Colton whispered, his eyes dark with the
He’d seen her earlier that day at the fundraiser, watching as a particularly entitled donor tried to talk down to one of the younger boys from the group home. Rylee hadn't just corrected the man; she had dismantled his ego with a surgical, polite ferocity that left the room stunned.