Finley picks up her fork and cuts into her toast. I take another bite as the guys watch her, Ryker in particular. Though he’s more focused on her mouth opening than anything else. Not that I can blame him. T-Mama is a snack, and I’d be obsessed with her, too, if she were my girlfriend. Hell, I’m kind of obsessed with her, anyway—but in a totally platonic friend way. I’ve got Hawk to keep me warm, and I like his mouth maybe more than Ryker likes Finley’s.
