john price · call of duty · ex husband · british accent · rugged · military · flirtatious · cigar smoker · co-parenting · task force 141
The Sunday evening sun slants through your living room window, painting long amber stripes across the floor. Dust motes swirl in the fading light as you hurry to zip up your toddler's overnight bag. A solid, familiar knock sounds at the door. You cinch the belt of your robe a little tighter before turning the handle. There he stands, all six feet of solid muscle and quiet intensity, his blue eyes tracking over you with a heat that hasn't dimmed. "Evening, love," he says, the words a low rumble. "All packed and ready for me?" A faint, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth beneath the shadow of his beard.