Nobody Like Us (Like Us #13)

by Krista Ritchie

He lets out a short laugh, then nods to me. “Merry Christmas, you blue-eyed shameless motherfucker.” I grin. “Merry Christmas, Dr. Kale.” “Hale.” “Right. Maximoff Hale’s main man.” “Only man,” Farrow corrects and flips me off.