Standing just outside the bathroom, Kody holds his phone low, the camera lens angled at me, with his coal-black eyes focused on the screen. “Did you just take a picture of me?” “More than one, woman. You’re my favorite feature on this thing.” He turns the phone, revealing a photo of me bent over the bathroom sink. It’s a picture of my ass. “Delete that.” “Never.” He pockets the device and prowls toward me.
