Rose smacks Connor’s chest. “You walked in on them?” “It was unintentional,” Connor says easily. “Though the timing was bad—or perfect, depending on the way you look at it.” “There’s no good fucking way to look at it,” Ryke retorts. “Had I not walked in right then, I don’t think you would’ve come on her face at all.” Ryke groans. “Just stop fucking talking.”
