my gaze never strayed from Thea for more than a handful of seconds. “Jesus, you’re a goner,” Anson muttered. My eyes shot to him. “Like you’re one to talk. My sister has your nuts in a vise grip.” Anson chuckled. “Exactly where I like them to be.” I made a face. “Sick. I do not need to know about your guys’ sex life.” “You’re the one who brought it up.” “I did not. God, I’m about to eat.”
