I throw a pillow at him. “Stop,” I say, starting to giggle.
Gage turns his grin on me, dimples on full display, leaping on the bed on his knees, making me bounce. “So, what are we doing with your prisoner downstairs?” he leans in. “Maybe we could play with him. Did you see his abs? Damn.
Yes, I saw them. Up close. Also, everything else about him.
“There will be no playing with the prisoner,” Ryder announces, entering my room. Gage and I both turn to him with a pout, causing us to crack up.
“But why?” I whine. “He’s fun to play with,” I say, waggling my eyebrows, knowing it will get a rise out of Ryder.
He points at me. “No, Queen Stabby. But I want to know the answer to your equally psychotic sidekick’s first question. What are we doing with him?”
Ryder lays down on my other side, pr
