Mica geared down to a red light and then tilted his head at me. “Why Mica the Savage?” Oh shit. “No reason.” Jasper talked over me. “Once she mentioned that she thought you’d be a savage in bed, and the name stuck.” I needed him to stop talking. “Jasper tends to overshare when he’s drunk.” Mica looked with interest in the review mirror at Jasper. “I think we should drink some vodka together.”
