“Where’s Asher?” I demanded. “You mean the other half of Winsher? He’s out. Why? Can’t last a whole night without missing him?” Marcus teased me. “More like his scrotum is due for a trim, and I’m here to deliver.” I grabbed a pair of scissors off a nearby desk and snipped them viciously in the air. Marcus stepped back, looking amused, and nodded toward a room. “Well, his room is through there. Wait in there. Go nuts.” “Thanks.”
