““Beau sighed again, more exasperated this time. “Great. Right. So, we’re okay?” “Define…okay.” “Fuck, Zane. I’m just trying to make sure you’re not pissed at me again.” “Define…pissed.” He was going to kill me—I could feel his exasperation peaking and hitting actual pissed-off levels. A snicker escaped me. “This is why I find ways to shut you up,” Beau said, his voice lowering. “Because you don’t know how to behave.” Oh,””
