“Been some time,” Wyatt says irritably. Aware of eyes on us, I meet his stare with cool indifference. “Wish I could say I missed you.” He lifts a brow. “I’d say that’s too sweet, even for you.” Ford groans. Defensive instincts take over, and I cross my arms. If he wants to fight, fine. I’ll bite. “I see you’re still an asshole.” His eyes flash, anger there. “And you’re still a—” Davis snaps his fingers. “How about we fuckin’ don’t?”
