For a moment Riley looked at Liam, into those dark eyes fringed with those equally dark lashes, the scruff that made him look very sexy, and the slightly tousled hair; was that a trait of the family to have hair that looked like it was rumpled due some sort of exertion? He'd never thought of it before, but with Liam he wondered if that was what he looked like waking up with his hair all mussed.

"What do you mean?"

There was a bit of wariness to his voice as he was pulled closer. His heart hammering, and it was like a deer that had the strong urge to run away and to avoid temptation. Riley knew that he needed to run, but Liam spoke in such a bedroom voice and he was nearly stricken speechless with it.