Tylar tilts her head at me. “I don’t think Base could keep up with this one.” Her elbow digs into me. “She’s had a lot of practice lately.” I slap her knee. “Hey!” She winces and apologises with a kiss on my cheek. Base – a taller, more muscular version of Dez – responds with chocolate brown eyes and a grin. “I’m up for the challenge if you are, Rhodes.”
