“You’re spending the rest of your life with that guy—pariah turned man who made kicking sexy.” Greer steps back, holding up her hand, inspecting it under the light like she’s looking at particularly interesting tissue on a slide up in the lab. She taps her bare ring finger, brow furrowing. “Am I?” “Say the word.” I shake my head, wrap an arm around her, and press my mouth to her temple. “Thing’s burning a fucking hole in my pocket.”
