Road to Desire
“Fuckin’ A, the emotional blackmail girls can dish out.”
“Quit paying the ransom and maybe we’ll stop.”
“Never gonna happen.” He linked his fingers with mine. “It’s way too much fun.”
I grinned, my heart light as we drove into Portland. “Did you ever visit Booker?”
“Not at his place, no.”
“But you know where he lives.”
“Yeah, babe.”
“Are you guys friends outside of the club?” I asked.
He let out a weird sound. Chuckle? No, maybe snort. Chortle? Yes, it was definitely a chortle.