A snort escaped me. “You can’t possibly be jealous about me lusting after your cars.” Slade leaned forward, just enough that I got a whiff of his toasted marshmallow goodness. “You’d be amazed at what Hunter can get jealous over. Don’t look too closely at the toaster or he’ll toss it right out the window.” Hunter shot him a dark look, which oddly morphed into a smirk. “Now that I think about it, that fucking toaster has been getting a little handsy with our omega lately.” Another. Joke. “The world’s ending,” I muttered, shaking my head.
