“I went into Boston’s room.” I laugh, trying to make a joke out of it. “Jolie, you didn’t,” he chastises. “Hey, I was alone in a strange house and needed something to sleep in. I only took a shirt and pants, but apparently he is even territorial about his clothes. They practically ripped them from my body, but never mind—I think I may be someone’s pet now.” “Please tell me Laughn wasn’t there.” I hear him curse a few times. “He was, and he’s one of a kind.”
