When He's Sinful (The Olympus Pride, #3)

by Suzanne Wright

“I don’t get angry,” he said.

“Sometimes it’s like … I don’t know, like there’s a balloon inside me. A pressure. It builds and builds and builds until I have to let it out.”

“I’d prefer that you acted normal for a change.” The mamba pursed her lips. “Sounds like that’d take some effort on my part. I don’t like effort. Count me out.”

Bailey gaped. “Son of a bitch. We totally need to dig out the tire iron.” Aspen dug her nails into the arms of the chair. “And also the claymore.” Corbin’s brow furrowed. “You have a claymore?” “You don’t?” asked Bailey. His frown deepened. “No.” “Huh,” said the mamba. “Well that’s weird.” “No, Bailey, it’s not. I’d say most people don’t own a claymore,” he told her. “That’s a problem they should rectify. Swords often come in handy. As do bullwhips.” “You have a bullwhip?” “You don’t?” “No.” “Weird.”

If you were Bailey, there’d be an endless number of potential suspects—she angers people like there’s a reward for it.” “Their anger is my reward,” said Bailey.

“Aw Randy, when it comes to your opinion, I could swallow ten boxes of laxatives and still fail to give a shit.”

Do you think penguins have knees?” Leaning against the long bar, Aspen blinked at Bailey. The mamba often asked random questions—some unbelievably insightful, and others just plain fucking odd or senseless. “I don’t know. I think so.” “Why would they walk like they don’t?” “Maybe it’s their version of swagger.” Bailey pointed a finger. “Now that would make sense.”

you like believe that logic is for losers.” “It can be an obstacle at times,” the

Bailey double-blinked. “No, I did. I heard about the glue thing. It’s just … I don’t get why glue never sticks to the inside of tubs and bottles. I mean, what is up with that?” Aspen felt her brow knit. “Yeah, I don’t get it either.”