“Fuck yeah, Violet’s here?” Charlie said, craning her head to look around the room. “Charming as always, Charlemagne. Your mother must be so proud.” “She thinks I’m the fucking tits,” Charlie assured her, goosing her own breasts for emphasis. Linc bit down on the inside of his cheek until he teared up, just to keep from laughing. He had to admit, if women were his thing, Charlie would have been an absolute keeper.
