Wyatt woke up in his own bed, thankfully alone. Maybe the weekend had all been one crazy dream. Isabel couldn't have been a cranky pregnant woman. And he definitely wasn't gay and obsessed with sex. Okay, maybe the second part was true. But the images in his memories were too vivid and real to have been a dream ( Read more... )

Christian was not terribly suprised when he woke up snuggled against a warm body. He didn't quite remember who he had gone home with last night, but partying invariably led to sex and waking up in a strange bed was nothing new to him. He ran his hand along the body next to him. Maybe it was that cute new bartender. Or that hot DJ. Or ( Read more... )