So This Is War (Vancouver Agitators, #5)

by Meghan Quinn

I watch him pull up a text thread, and he starts typing. Levi: ALERT. ALERT! Update. He presses send and then leaves it at that. “That’s how you’re going to open a text message?” I ask. “They like the dramatics,” he says just as his phone starts buzzing. Together, we read the texts. Blakely: Oh God, what now? Penny: I don’t think I can handle any more alerts from you. Ollie: Did you choke her, and it didn’t go over well? I snort at that one. Winnie: Please tell me you didn’t slip and accidentally penetrate her. Was she a willing participant? “Oh my God,” I say on a laugh. “Are they always like this?” “Always,” he says as he texts back. Levi: I took her to a club, watched her feel up another woman, and then she told me not to fuck the woman she was feeling up, and then bam, my dick was inside her. “Jesus, Levi,” I say. “What? It’s a good summary,” he says.