I scowled at him, not that he noticed. “What the fuck are you reading, Price?” He flipped the book to glance at the woman on the cover. “It’s Before I Let Go by Kennedy Ryan. I picked it up for the Read Naked book club.” When I continued staring at him, he added, “There’s nothing wrong with men reading romance, Loew.” “I didn’t say there was anything wrong with it.” I shrugged, adding, “By all means, read whatever you want.” “You should try it. You might learn something.” “I don’t doubt it,” I said.
