“Why? You have no issues sticking your tongue down the throat of that loudmouthed barbarian.” “He also happens to be one of my best friends.” Martin’s face bunches up. “I thought you two hated each other.” That’s news to me. “Who the hell said that?” “You’re always fighting.” “They’re discussions.” I scowl. Sure, we argue a lot, but it’s how we communicate. That doesn’t mean we hate each other. I mean, who could hate Robbie? He has the biggest heart of anyone
