“Are you talking about me?” “No. Well, yes. Gabriel said you should come over and meet Caleb—” “Okay!” I fix her with a flat look. “No, Michelle.” “Is he as hot as his brother?” “Some might think so.” Though I’d disagree. No one’s as attractive as Gabriel. “But, trust me, you don’t want anything to do with him. See that knot in the wood over there?” She follows my finger toward the side of the counter, where the owners have finished it off with pine. “Yeah?” “He’d stick his dick in that.”
