Chapter 63
- Chase was beside me doing pretty much the same thing, so we leaned back to back while we tried to catch our breath. “I think,” he hissed out a breath, “we need to stop Mitz from feeding us so damn much.”
- Quinton chuckled. “Maybe we’re just getting old.”
- Leaning forward I found where he was sprawled on the pavement. “Speak for yourself gramps. This chick hasn’t even seen thirty yet.”