“Who has the best legs?” “Lily,” Loren says. “But she won’t believe me if I say it.” Ryke rubs his lips in thought. Loren glares at him like “you better not have fucking said her name”—but I think we all hear Daisy in his head anyway. “Rose,” Ryke grimaces. I laugh into my sip of champagne. “Rose,” Connor says. “And then me, of course.”
