“Flashed my tits at him. He froze like a deer in headlights.” Funny how I can be insanely jealous of a dead man I’ve never met. “How creative.” “Men are annoyingly predictable.” “Tits are our Achilles’ heel. Now get down to the basement with your brother and Lili. I’ll clear the rest of—” “Oh, shut up, Quinn,” she interrupts crossly, then spins around and strides out of the room.
