“Smash my face into the wall?” Asher had obviously overheard Vincent’s threat. “I’d like to see him bloody try.” “Tone down the testosterone for a moment and focus,” I admonished. “Do you know how close of a call that was? If our timing had been just a little off…” “He’d beat me up? Please. I’d wipe the floor with him.” Asher snorted, but his frown released with a sigh at my warning glare. “Fine. I’ll behave.”
