“He always act like that with you?” I closed my eye, still looking forward. “What do you mean exactly?” I was pretty sure Rip clucked his tongue. He rephrased it, bless his heart. “He always act like a prick like that?” “Well…” I trailed off, but inside, I thought yep, which was why he had reamed me the day before—because Jason was a prick. There was a rough, “Hmm.” Ripley’s cheek did that twitch thing, and I almost laughed again at the reminder of how mad he’d just been. “He gives you shit like that again, you tell me. Got it?”
Gladly
