“Maybe they should be in charge then, huh?” Z growled against her neck. She squirmed, twistin’ in his hold to look down her nose at him. “Maybe they should be. You are getting old.” Z’s blade-grey eyes narrowed, and a second later, Loulou was yelpin’ as he flung her over his shoulder and stood beside the booth with her legs pinned to his chest. “Gotta sort this one out, brothers,” he said calmly, swattin’ her ass firmly when she wriggled too much. “Have fun without us.”
