My words trailed off. I was terrified suddenly, but the look of excitement on her face and the idle curiosity on Stuart’s urged me to carry on.
“Girl, I will beat you if you don’t tell me which one,” Brooklyn growled, her eyebrow quirked before she grinned. “Was it the one with the scar? He looks like he’d be wild in bed.”
“Well,” I began but she interrupted.
“Or that one with the curly hair? My God, he’s hot.” Brook fanned her face.
“It was…,” but again, she interrupted.
“Or the oldest? He’s so frowny and solemn though. I can’t imagine it was him, so it must have been Daniel, the other one. I bet it was him, he looks like your type.” She nodded as if to answer her own question and looked at me expectantly.
“Are you going to interrupt me again?” I asked with a grin. “Because if you
