“We talkin’ ’bout the baby skates?” “Actually, we were talking about the golden dicking Jennie needs.” The skates fall from Carter’s hands at Cara’s words, just as the glass falls from mine. I manage to catch it before it hits the ground, but not before water soaks my top. “No, we weren’t!” I yell at the same time Carter shrieks, “Jennie doesn’t need a dicking!” Cara and Emmett cackle, and Adam’s busy patting Garrett’s back. Because the man is keeled over, choking on his own damn spit, and I’m about to punch him right in the nuts if he doesn’t reel it the fuck in.
