“I’d gone heavy on the black eye makeup until raccoons and I could pass for cousins.”

“That’s right, honey, state your claim on Mr. Yummy Pants. I’d do the same if I were you.”A grin ticked at my mouth. I swept my gaze over the muscled roundness of Bones’s ass, which his black jeans only highlighted. Then I gazed at the snug fit of the front that had nothing to do with the cut of the denim. Finally, I met Tyler’s chocolate-colored eyes and winked back.”

“What's in the cave, Russell?' Madigan asked with heavy sarcasm.I shrugged. 'Rocks. Lots of 'em.''Don't patronize me.' His voice lowered to a hiss. 'What else is in the cave?'I looked him straight in the eye and spoke one word.'Mud.”

“Bones leaned back, studying me. I felt so self-conscious. If only I had a shield of makeup, some perfectly arranged hair... and oh yeah. Some panties.”

“Slash was about my height, and he used the alignment of our bodies to his greatest advantage. I let it go on for a few minutes. Right up until he unzipped his leather pants and pulled out Mr. One Eye.”

“I’d heard Bones threaten to beat someone with their own limb before, but I’d always assumed that was a figure of speech. Apparently not.”

“If I’d known you were such a lush, I’d have given you the cheap stuff. Going to go out with a bang, are you?”