“How goes it, Sweet Cheeks?” Might as well rip the Band-Aid right off. She freezes in place and Gary’s head whips my way. “The fuck did you just say to her?” Gary’s jaw is practically on the floor. I grin. Yep. This already feels good. I can do this. A show. A mission. “We’re trying out new nicknames.” She turns slowly, and the menacing expression on her face indicates she’s going to kill me. “Why on earth?” The older man sounds genuinely flabbergasted. “Did Bailey not tell you the exciting news?”
