“This relationship,” I repeat when I draw my attention back to Michael and see his brow scrunched as he struggles for the right words. “Well, I hope you're tickled bloody pink that he's involved now,” Pax drawls, draping himself in his chair as he studies his friend, me, Ransom. Those steel grey eyes flick back to mine. “Because Michael is nothing if not intense.” “Shut your mouth, Pax,” Michael says, but not unkindly. He tucks his hands in the pockets of his sweats and stares right at me. “This relationship thing we're doing then, it's not going to be willy-nilly or casual, not if I'm going
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