Freaks (Dirty Nasty Freaks, #3)

by Callie Hart

“Okay,” she said, a wide grin taking up most of her face. “You have got some serious explaining to do, young lady. Who…” She shook her head, screwing her eyes shut, holding up an index finger. “No. What was that? I have no idea how you managed to convince that walking sex god to come home with you.” “Geez, thanks!” “I’m serious,” she said, laughing. “When I turned around just now and saw him coming at me like a fucking MMA fighter on crack, I sent up a prayer and thanked the universe that the angel of death was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I swear, if he had just killed me, I really wouldn’t have even been that mad about it.” I kept my laughter light and happy, but boy was it hard. Sadie’s joke was ridiculously close to the truth; Fix kind of was the angel of death. I poked my tongue out at her. “Personally, I think he’s lucky to have scored me.” She wrapped her arm around my shoulders, leaning her head against mine as we walked into the kitchen. “I know, babe. You’re a hottie, too. But Jesus fucking Christ. Those eyes…”