“I hate when you do that to me, Nicky,” Weber complained. Nick snapped him with Riley’s sweat towel. “But you handle it so well.” “Yeah? Well, I get dibs on the next introduction. You’ll be a retired gigolo from the south of France.” “Uh, so where did you two learn Swedish?” Riley asked. “We didn’t. My asshole cousin’s family hosted a high school exchange student from Sweden when we were in junior high,” Nick explained.
