“When we get back to Adamson, I’ll naked bake the crap out of some lavender-vanilla cupcakes. I’m also more than happy to bend you over that counter again and fuck the shit out of you.” Ranger taps the screen of my phone with a blue-painted fingernail as Church sips his coffee and the other boys groan. “But only if you open this damn email and put us all out of our misery.”
