“Can we discuss the important issue, here?” Everly asked, looking at me. “What’s happening with Corban?” “Very good question.” Nora raised her eyebrows and folded her hands. “This sounds juicy.” Jensen rested his arm on the table and leaned forward. “Who’s Corban?” “The guy she’s been hate-fucking,” Nora said. His mouth hooked in a grin. “I’m proud of you, darling. I love a good hate-fuck.”
