“Did you talk about it?” “A little.” “And?” “And . . .” Nash paused to fire a glare at a dude who looked my way a little too long. “He seemed worried I’d feel left out. So I had a crack at convincing him otherwise, and I think it panned out, cos he manhandled me after that.” My skin felt too tight for my body. Too hot. “Define manhandling.” “I was naked.”
