“I am horrified that you know my luggage.” Whip gives me a sidelong glance. “Custom-made Gucci luggage has a way of making a lasting impression, Bren.” My cheeks warm. “Yeah, well, blame Scottie. They were a gift from him for my twenty-first birthday.” The guys took me out drinking, and I got a killer hangover in return. Scottie gave me luggage. Is there any wonder why he’s my secret favorite?
