““Thanks for the blue balls.” He fits his earpiece in. “You’ll thank me more when I take all of you in my mouth.” My muscles clench, blood heating at the visual. I look back at Farrow. His lips rise. “You’re easily hot and bothered.” “And you’re not?” I combat. “I conceal mine better. Comes with the territory.” He motions to his radio. “Don’t look so sad, wolf scout. You can’t be the best at everything.””
