“She needs to fucking sleep.” She cocks her head to the side at him. “Given how rested you look, I’m guessing you got plenty of that in Nina Shrensour’s bed last night. How disappointing for her.” “Damn.” Bodhi fights to smother a laugh. A slow smile spreads across Garrick’s face, and a dimple pops in his left cheek. “Careful, Imogen. You sound a little jealous.” “Who the hell would be jealous of a flier?” Her pointed glare promises a quick
