“Go. Run free, you sexy Viking conqueror.” Taylor turns to study me. “What?” I demand. “You do look like a sexy Viking conqueror.” Then she grabs my hand and grips it tightly. “And you’re not going anywhere, Thor. You’re my wing-man, remember?” “I agreed to the job before we discovered your mom’s banging my Chad.” “She’s banging my dad,” Brenna corrects with a snicker.
