“Well, since you’re grabbing my ass, it’s only fair I get to grab yours.” Drunk Remi had her own logic, and it was always, always flawed. Pondering this flaw, he nearly took a header into a picket fence when she grabbed his ass with both hands and squeezed. Hard. “Remi, if you don’t behave yourself, I’m going to leave you in Sam Earl’s trash can.”
