“Motherfucker, I know you aren’t out here smoking weed when you were specifically told to lay off!” Nick holds up his hands, cool as a cucumber. “Just shooting the shit, baby.” Her glower lands on me. “You. Spill.” “We were smoking a joint.” Nick’s fist bangs into me. “Dude, what the fuck?” Shrugging, I say, “Her and Verity are friends. I’m not sacrificing pussy to cover up for a Duke. You’d do the same.” Still pissed, he replies, “Of course I’d do the same. Welcome to the super-shit club, Assby.”
