“Okay, I’ll do it, under one condition.” “Name it,” Ty says far too quickly. Liam, Gage, and I share a dubious eye roll. Pushover. Rookie mistake with the Little Storm because in two seconds, she’s going to pummel him through that open door. “You all have to get one,” she says. And there it is. Decimation at its finest. He never saw it coming. “The fuck?” Gage spits, choking on his bourbon. Fucking hell. Fuel on the fire and providing the damn kindling. Morons. “Oh,” she shrieks, eyes wild and tempestuous, hands flailing, “let me get this straight. It’s okay to put a tracking device inside my
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