Carter focused on Gwen, and there was no mistaking the grit to his tone when he snapped out, “I’m sure as hell not sharing a bed with you.” Gwen peered at him, a comical look crossing her face. “I’m struggling to believe a man like you is afraid of my dad.” “I could be your dad,” Carter bit back. “Aw . . .” Gwen ran her nail down the buttons of Carter’s dress shirt. “Daddy.” “You walked right into that one, man.” Oliver slapped Carter’s back, and Carter tossed him an if-looks-could-kill glare that even had a shiver flying up my spine.
