Ace
He made it difficult to think which was bad, very bad.
"I think No Boundaries Bobby would be a better match," I muttered, referring to Quinn and Ace's earlier conversation.
"That's so good," Quinn rolled her lower lip between her teeth, biting back a smile.
"Bobby?" Ace scoffed, "do I look like Bob the fucking builder?"
"You can't fix shit," Gunnar mumbled, rolling his eyes while pouring a measure of whiskey for himself.