“Yeah,” Amelia muses, humor lightening her tone. “It would probably throw off your game if your groupies had matching uniforms.” “Amelia!” A choked laugh escapes Cass. “What?” She grins, wide and unabashed, her exhaustion suddenly moot. “A little teasing is good for him. Keeps his ego in check. Stops his big head from getting stuck in doorways.” Yeah. I’m fucked.
