“Mmm. I somehow think your best friend might’ve had something to say about his boyfriend going under the hammer for a date,” I teased. Rhys winced. “True. Who’d have thought Mister Pump and Dump had a sappy possessive streak lurking under all that crass fucking around. He’ll be baking cakes next.” I snorted. “I’ll tell him you said that. And I’ll have you know he’s actually very domestic.”
