“If Carter is so worried, he’s welcome to shadow me himself.” “Is he?” Carly asked, giving me a curious look. I groaned, scrubbing my hands over my face. “No. Yes. I don’t know. He’s a dick, you know that?” She grinned. “I’m well aware. And he’s legitimately scary with his anger-management crap. But you don’t ever seem intimidated, and by the sound of things, you’re quite fond of his dick.”
