“You’re not good. You’re covered in dirt and sweat and blood.” “It’s really very normal for him, love,” Judd says, sidling up beside us. “Don’t call her love,” I growl. “Yeah, don’t call me love,” she snips, giving him a look of disgust that instantly makes me feel even better than good. Judd grins. “Wow. You two are made for each other.” “Of course we are,” we both say in our own irritated tones.
