“Someone has to. And I’d prefer that someone was me.” “Ahh, feeling possessive? How about I check my calendar and get back to you. So many men to do, so little time.” “Solo…” I practically growled, and he laughed. “You’re not looking pissed off enough. Pretend I just said something horrible.” “That’s ridiculous.” “Your mom’s ridiculous.” I rolled my eyes. “What are you, ten?” “When I’m hard.” Solo waggled his brows as he finished the first set of reps. “But you already know that.”
