‘Thank the gods,’ Kipp said, reaching for one. But Wilder slipped into the booth opposite him and pulled the whole tray to his chest. ‘Who said they were for you?’ Thea bit back a laugh as Kipp’s jaw nearly hit the table. Wilder didn’t break eye contact as he downed an entire tankard and placed the empty vessel before her friend. ‘Are we going to bicker all afternoon, or is someone going to tell us why the fuck you’re all here ruining my day?’
