“He’s right, though,” Mason says with a chuckle. “This course is a menace, even if it’s sexy.” “Just say the trail reminds you of Luc and move on,” I mutter. “Unhinged but hot.” Mason snorts. “Yeah, that tracks.” Luc looks as though he isn’t sure whether to be offended or flattered but ends up choosing both. “I’m wounded, Petite. Deeply. Come here and kiss it better.” I smirk. “Later.”
Unhinged but hot is my favorite type.
