Jasper Vale (The Edens)

I’d missed this touch, so much so that I’d changed my plans in Vegas, cramming what I’d planned to do in days into hours. After my interview, I’d stopped by my old gym to see a few friends. Then I’d gone to my house, packing the few things I’d brought along so that yesterday morning, when I woke at dawn to hit the road, my stuff would be ready.

Pulling into the A-frame last night, finding Eloise’s car missing and a dark house, had been a punch to the face.

That muscle—the angry muscle—feathered Jasper’s jaw. “I’m not one for family functions.”

“And I’m not one for anal play but I still let you shove your finger up my ass last night.”

“This is not the same.” His look flattened. “And you liked it last night.”

Yes, I had liked it.

I hefted a suitcase off the bed and popped the handle, dragging it behind me down the hall. “How much room do you have in the closet at the cabin?”

Jasper still didn’t answer.

“Can you not hear me?”

Silence.

“Apparently not,” I muttered, trudging to the living room. When I reached the mouth of the hallway, I came to an abrupt halt.

Oh shit.

Jasper stood, legs planted wide, arms crossed over his broad chest, staring at two angry men.

They also stood with their legs planted wide and arms crossed over their chests.

Griffin and Knox didn’t so much as glance my direction. Their glares were locked on Jasper.

Jasper Vale was Foster’s trainer and best friend.