“Whose brilliant idea was it to leave her alone with this one in the first place?” He pointed at me. Great. So I smirked and pointed at Chase, who pointed at Nixon, you get the picture, hell of a lot of pointing. “Oh, for shit’s sake.” Chase grabbed a knife out of his pocket and thumbed it. “Raise your hand if you think you could go without sex for more than a month let alone three years.” Nobody raised their hands. “Exactly, and yet we ask him to do this, and guard her…you know he likes brown eyes!”
