“You didn’t see that,” she orders. I raise a brow. “Value pack, huh? Big plans this weekend?” “They’re not mine,” she says through gritted teeth. “You’re a bad liar, Gisele.” “Okay, fine, they’re mine. But I acquired them against my will.” “Out of curiosity, how many rubbers do you require per session?” Beckett pipes up, grinning with delight.
