“Shouldn’t you say something like, they won’t bite?” Faye offers nervously. “That would be a lie, but they won’t bark at least.” He winks, making Blair laugh. “I’ll protect you. I can beat up some big burly bikers if need be,” Blair says. “Oh God, don’t get killed, or worse, hitched to some besotted biker because you kicked his ass,” Bray mutters, only slightly joking.
