“Why’d you take so long?” Lo asks in an accusing tone. “We pulled over to fuck,” Garrison says dryly. Uh-oh. Ryke’s jaw hardens. Lo’s sharpens. I like when they’re on the same side of things. When nothing separates them. Not anger or pain or another person. Willow chokes on a breath. “We…didn’t.” “They know that,” Garrison tells her. Connor makes a pot of coffee. “It’s as though you want them to hate you.”
