They're our handymen," she explained. "Good thing you have six of those now. I'll go inform them," Faris announced, scooting across the seat and grabbing the handle. Goldie slammed her hand down on the lock button before he could open the door. "Bram," she said exasperated, looking at me like I should do something to deter him. But he was right. She had six handy as fuck men now. Gay or not, my pride wouldn't allow for any other men to take care of my mate.
