“Did you like your present, Mounty?” Avery grins down at her phone. “She hasn’t even opened it, Morrison.” The smirk falls off of his face. “Why not?” I sigh and push my plate away. “I don’t want to have things bought for me.” Blaise frowns and hurt flashes in his eyes. “It was a thank you, Mounty. Jesus, I wasn’t bribing you.” I shrug and take a bite of my apple. “Most people say thank you with words. I don’t want your money.”
