He stumbled to a pause as Houston stretched his arm casually along the back of his chair, then cleared his throat. “We—” A low growl rumbled up my throat as Houston rested his fingers lightly on Ramsey’s shoulder. I pounded my chest and coughed loudly. Houston’s fingers retreated, but his smile grew by a fucking mile. “Sorry. Bone. Gristle,” I gritted out, then grabbed my glass of water and chugged it.
