Karl had certainly not been expecting to see Deepan again. The moment he walked into that room, Karl had known it was Deepan Lad. Even from the back, the man was unrecognizable. And f**k, he was gorgeous.
Age had been good to him. Five-ten and raven-haired with beautiful brown skin, Deepan had been a skinny, good-looking teenager. There was a sweet innocence about him. and a trustworthy feel whenever he was around. But now, seeing him in nurse’s scrubs that showed how his body had filled out with pure muscle, a neatly trimmed beard and golden-brown eyes, Karl had felt desire slam him in the gut. Not even Robert had made him react in that way at first sight.
What the f**k was wrong with him? He had been attacked badly enough that he had to go to hospital and suddenly Karl was thinking abo
