Her Private Avenger. Elle Kennedy

so.” She leaned against the doorway. “He always had a temper, used to pick fights with any guy who looked at Layla.”

      Quinn kicked aside his boots. “Did she break up with him, or was it the other way around?”

      “She broke things off. And I know for a fact Jake didn’t take the breakup well, which is why—” Morgan paused midsentence, a flush sweeping across her cheeks.

      It took a second for him to figure out the reason for the blush. In the midst of their conversation, he’d started to remove his shirt. His hands froze on the hem of the sweater, then shoved the material back down to his waist. Damn it. It irked the hell out of him to realize he’d fallen right back into old habits. He used to undress in front of Morgan back when they lived together. She’d be filling him in about the latest developments in a story she was working on, he’d be removing his clothing, and…well, there wouldn’t be much talking after that.