Channing's POV
Whatever is inside this ridiculous jeep is driving my f*****g wolf mad. It does not matter what I do. The darn thing has a mind of its own while traveling; open the door and I'm blasted with the most exotic sense of my life, and I truly need to get my hands on whatever wonderful things are in here; what I wasn't expecting was to encounter such a lovely foxy woman.
She had a pixie cut with a reddish, brown luscious mane that could practically feed an orphanage and yet leave enough to launch an ice cream shop. f**k, you are hot.
"Who the f**k are you?" She spoke like a redneck, but I can teach you how to speak like a lady.
I knew one thing for certain: this was it for me.
"Mate!" My twin and I both yelled at the same time, and we exchanged glances as if we'd been struck b
