“That good, Tits?” “You can’t call her Tits,” Stone says, voice firm as well...stone. Apt, of course, as everything Stone Jacobs does is ruled, measured, and well thought out. “Why not? Lucas gets to call her Wild Girl.” “Tits is so demeaning,” Stone says nonchalantly like we’re discussing the weather. “Mmm,” Wyatt says, setting the cinnamon rolls down within reaching distance. I grab one just as he says, “You think that because you haven’t seen them yet.”
