“Don’t get used to it,” Carter mumbles, but— “Hang on.” I lift the tablet off the coffee table, and as I flip through the books in Hank’s audio library, I wonder if I’ve just found my new best friend. “Hank,” I murmur, turning to him. “Oh no,” Carter whispers, eyes flicking to the tablet. “What is it?” Hank asks, head moving between us. Carter swallows. “Olivia just found your smut collection.”
