Page 162 of Face Off

“She works fast.”

I drank again before any of them decided this conversation needed additional participation.

Easton watched me over the rim of his glass. “She’s different.”

“I have eyes.”

“That wasn’t criticism.”

“I know.”

Briggs folded one forearm against the bar. “You’ve spent the whole day watching her.”

“I’ve spent the whole day attached to her because Bliss gave us matching job descriptions.”

“You watched her when she wasn’t looking.”

“I also watched you lose three wooden hearts.”

“That was sabotage.”

“That was incompetence.”

Briggs took another drink, studying me over the rim before his mouth started curving. “You know, for somebody conducting a very serious closure experiment, your dick has been unusually involved in the research.”

I looked at him. “Don’t.”

“Oh, we’re doing this.” His grin widened. “Because I personally witnessed your dick become extremely committed to winning the scavenger hunt.”

Easton laughed into his glass.

“That was none of your business.”

“It became my business when you were holding her with one hand halfway up her ass in a public garden.”

“She was my partner.”

“Your penis seemed to agree.”

“Briggs.”

Rider took a slow drink. “He also discussed directions with it.”

I turned toward him. “Fuck you.”

His expression remained completely blank. “I asked a legitimate question. Most people use a map.”

“She stole the map.”

“So, you pinned her against a hedge with your dick.”

“I was blocking the path.”

“With your dick,” Rider repeated.

Briggs pointed at him. “See? This is why Temple wants him communicating more. He’s excellent at it.”

“I’m going to communicate both of you into the fucking ground.”