BRIAR’S POV
I throw a look at Karen, who is as red as a beet, glaring daggers at me, engulfed with rage.
“It’s not fair!” she screams hysterically in my face, veins on the side of her head threatening to pop.
“Aww, sweetheart,” I coo, shaking my head. “I make the rules now, haven’t you noticed?”
Deborah snorts behind me, struggling to reel in her reaction. Something she usually does with ease has now become impossible.
My focus is on a shirtless Tavian. I've seen him shirtless plenty of times, most of them during moments too heated to appreciate the full view. But now, I let myself admire him.
He's exactly my type—broad shoulders, every inch of his pectorals, biceps, and triceps perfectly sculpted. Not overly bulked, just right, as if he was crafted for the sole purpose of driving so
