I lunged for her as she catapulted herself from behind the table, her face lighting up with a big-ass grin. “Jordan!” That set off a different kind of alarm bell. The burly, bearded, plaid-wearing fuckwit scooped my Annie up in a bear hug, chuckling as he spun her around. She squealed and clung to his neck. The sight provoked a primal urge in me to squeeze his throat until his laughter ceased.
