Selene glared at me and I could tell she was contemplating lunging for me. After some very careful consideration, she settled back into the couch and pulled the blanket back up around her shoulders.
"Good choice," I said and grinned at her.
She was about to say something smart until Brad walked in. I watched as a blush heated her cheeks and she did her best to avoid his eye contact.
I could only imagine what had happened upstairs. All me and Aaren had seen after Brad dove in after Selene was him pulling her near limp body from the water and ripping her clothes off then running her into the house.
"So you chose Morgan?" He looked at me and winked. The devil.
"Don't get me anything girly. I don't do girly, no pinks," she said, ignoring his question while answering it. "When in doubt, black and leather."
"And what size are you, princess?" He tried to do a curtsey and I nearly choked on my spit.
"Medium."
He grinned at me and left out the back door.