“Damn,” Loren mumbled. I didn’t need to see to know that he was referring to Braxton. “Maybe having a chick in our mix isn’t such a bad idea after all. She’s certainly nicer to look at. Smells good too.” “Not wanting her in our band never had anything to do with her being a girl,” Rich claimed. “Uh-huh,” Loren mocked dismissively. There was a beat of silence and then, “If you’re picturing your grandmother naked, I wouldn’t advise it. She’s kind of hot.” My eyes flew open, and I found Loren watching me. “What are you talking about?” “Braxton. You want to fuck her.”
