“Your interpretation of letting someone down is ass backward.” “Ass backward sounds even better than heavy petting,” he said, waggling his brows. “Where do I sign up?” “Right here,” she sang, flipping him the bird. “Uh-huh.” He winked. “I remember how much you love a nice middle finger.” Natalie’s groan mingled with August’s booming laugh on their way back into the bar.
