Please Love Me Ch 01
‘Reagan, I’ve got to go into work. I will be back later on tonight. Don’t wait up for me,’ Jace Stanton called from the door way. He was a consultant for a high powered finance agency in their home town of San Diego. He was a tall and powerfully built man for a 27 year-old. He had 230 pounds of muscles to rival any wrestler piled on his beautifully tanned brown 6′ 3′ frame. His hands were massive and had looked to be made for building and creating but instead he chose numbers. His mind was as...