“Do you want to talk about what happened back there?” he asked, shocking the hell out of me. Eyes wide, I shook my head. “Absolutely the fuck not. Nothing happened, Connor. Nothing. I never ever want to talk about it, and so help me if you tell Andrew—or Ethan—that we kissed, I will cut your dick off and make you swallow it.” His lips twitched, then curved into a full-blown grin. “Vicious brat. I meant your panic attack. You’ve got some real trauma with guns, huh?”
