The longer Dylan stood there, the more Layne wanted to beat some sense into him. He was gawking at Heaven as if she were dessert. Come to think of it, she looked good enough to eat.
Big dope.
So Dylan lacked Layne’s suave personality. Big deal. Dylan was an artist. He could put on a damned good show for a crowd of thousands, for hundreds upon hundreds of women with big t**s and lustful minds. Why couldn’t he do the same with Heaven?
Yeah. She was beautiful. Damn beautiful. She was the girl you wanted to take—
“When were you going to introduce me?”
Layne whipped his head to the right. Whoa. Was this the other sister? Chelsea was right. She resembled Heaven. There were differences between the sisters. Faith wore more make-up, had a cute little mole on her cheek, and her mouth…
Her lips
