You've heard the joke . . . Know how to figure out if a guy's a pilot? He'll tell you.
Yep. Cocky? Arrogant? Player? That's generally the impression I like to give women. Outside of my eight-pack and medals for valor, when it comes to women’s expectations of me . . . I try to keep the bar low enough so that I can roll over it.
Until Kaila comes along.
She's like every fantasy I could conjure—that night I made her soul-searing eyes glaze over with passion as she cried out my name . . . Several times, because I'm very thorough. It should have been enough for me. It's not.
But with my past—and a secret I've kept even from my brothers—I know I'm not capable of giving her what she deserves. I know it . . .
. . . even with hindsight.
Contains mature themes.
