“Touch me again, and I’ll tell them about the cat,” I say, raising an imperious brow. Novy’s chest rises on a huff as he glares at me. “You wouldn’t.” “What about the cat?” calls Jake from the front seat. “Wait, you mean Princess?” says Morrow, looking to Nov. “What happened? What did I miss?” Novy and I have our stare-off while the guys all push me to spill the beans. Slowly, Novy turns and calls out, “The next person to make fun of Langers for being called ‘puppy’ will answer to me.” I smirk. That’s right, he knows I can ruin him.
