"I won't fit under there," Broadrick said.
I glanced at his big ass SEAL body. The jerk probably worked out all the time just so he wouldn't have to crawl under porches in January. He'd been planning it. He probably paid the dog to betray me.
"Fine," I ground out and then dropped lower, army crawling under the porch. There wasn't time to argue with him. If I didn't get moving and do it, I never would.
In times of pressure, it was best to just move and not carry on about it. There'd always be time for bitching later and I'd made good use of it.
Mrs. Jones had a big ass porch, and as I crawled further in, Brent wiggled his way to the back until he hit the house.
I almost had him. My hand squished in something... squishy.
Oh no.
I gagged.
Brent hesitated, like he realized I neede
