“Was asking me out yesterday just some sort of prank between the two of you?” “Yep,” Colt said. “No!” Banjo said at the same time. “Seriously, Colt, fuck off. I’m doing what you want, don’t make it worse.” A tiny part of me wanted to know what he meant by that, but a much bigger part wanted to save face. Which meant getting out of Colt’s firing range. “Come on,” I said to Jagger. “I’m over this.” “Damn straight.” She smacked Banjo on the back of the head as we walked past. “Hey!” he complained, rubbing the spot where Jagger’s palm had made contact with his skull. “You deserved that. And you,”
...more
