“Son of a biscuit!”
A chuckle burst out of me just as fast as the expletive had burst out of her. “Watch your mouth, Caleb.”
She narrowed her eyes in my direction before looking back down at her phone. “I’m sorry, but I just don’t know what the Panthers are thinking.”
“The Panthers? You mean the Carolina football team?”
“Of course that’s what I mean. What other Panthers would I be talking about?!”
“You like football?”
“Are your muscles eating away at your brain cells?”
I grinned at her like an i***t. “You noticed my muscles?”
She shook her head, but her lips twitched with a smile of her own. “Two things you need to know about your new pack, McAlister. We love the Panthers, and we love Taylor Swift.”
“Taylor Swift?” I asked incredulously.
She nodded, her face serious. “Haven’t you
