"He's not my man," he protests, fighting the urge to blush. Cougar is so effortless when it comes to romance and his conquests, but Jake feels like an awkward little boy. He hasn't had many relationships at all in his life, and he's certainly never felt torn between two men before.

The envelope, and its lack of postage, gets a confused frown. "I don't think so..."

Carefully, he slides his finger beneath the flap and eases it open, not wanting to rip the paper. He's always careful of his letters, keeping them in his computer case as much as possible so they don't get creased or crumpled.

The letter has one line, in A's looping cursive. My name is Carlos.

He can't help himself, his eyes immediately lift to find Cougar's.