“Nah, I think I’ll take one of the young ones.” “No chance.” His jaw hardens. “Why not?” I quirk a brow. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” He says it so simply, like it should be obvious to me. “But I thought that’s what the note meant? Unless the note really meant . . .” I trail off and waggle my eyebrows at him. “You’re insane.”
