Lately, we’ve all been doing a lot of things without each other. It’s like the pack is fracturing down the middle. Harrison, alone in his study or with Ava. Ellis and Dante, doing their own thing. McQuinn, brooding around somewhere. Oz, always off picking up random women.
Why do authors always insist on writing manwhores. It’s like the world will end if at least one of the guys isn’t a manwhore
