I couldn’t help the smile that pulled at my lips. “Well, fuck me running,” Max muttered. “She has dimples. That explains a lot.” Zane chuckled and looked over at him just in time for a broad, panty-melting smile to grace his face that took him from menacing to hot. Two deep indentations had formed. “It’s always the dimples, brother,” he stated. “How do you think I hooked my wife?” “Not with your fun-loving, chipper disposition, that’s for sure,” Lincoln mumbled. “God knows your attitude leaves a lot to be desired.”
