“Dot brought me some sugar bombs.” “Then proceeded to bombard you with them?” Her brother quirked an eyebrow. “She started it.” I coughed into my fist. “Snitch!” Dylan slapped my thigh with a gasp. I winced. “Dude, he is big and bad-tempered and already hates me. He won’t touch you.” “Yeah.” Rhyland’s eyes ping-ponged between us. “But he sure as fuck would touch Cal, as history has taught us.” That earned Rhyland a slap on the back from Row. “Aw. Too soon?” Rhy laughed. “Behave yourself.” Row’s voice was a lot of things: calm, menacing, and blood-chillingly threatening. Surely, he didn’t know
...more
