“I might kill Barry,” I whisper against Kade’s ear, feeling him shiver. Kade sighs and drops his head to my shoulder, gripping my hips before lifting me up enough to break the intimate connection. “I’ll do it for you. I have a gun in my bag.” I laugh, but the way he’s scowling at Barry while he helps me to my feet and fixes my dress, before pulling his boxers up, I have a feeling he isn’t joking.
