“Good. I was tired of my childhood best friends acting like they were still children.” “Is that why you came back?” His expression darkened. “One of the reasons.” “One of those other reasons have anything to do with a pretty little librarian who hates your guts?” He sighed, absently patting his pockets. “Already had your one,” I reminded him. “Fuck,” he muttered. It was as flustered as he allowed himself to get. I had the temper. Nash had the good nature. And Lucian had the self-control of a fucking monk.
