“It’s not as though I’d ever act on my hot-and-bothered feelings. I don’t trust any dick near my vagina.” Not after Nate. “…although, that’s not completely true because I do trust Thatcher. Naturally. He’s my bodyguard, but he’s off-limits, unattainable, just a man who turns me on. That’s all.” I stop myself. Thank God. Maximoff and Farrow are staring at me with piercing concern. Possibly because I’m speaking about someone they’re not fond of, and I don’t want any of what I just said to feel like betrayal. Like I’m not with them.
