You’re sure? I thought I heard someone.”“Nope, not a soul,” Blake said. “Get it. Soul. Because we’re in a church.

We could finally put our seduction tactics to good use.” He danced around twirling a fire poker. “Me, me, me. I’ll do it. I’m so up for personal bodyguard boyfriend. This job has my name written all over it!”My immediate “No!” was echoed by the rest of the boys.“Babe.” Blake walked towards me with open arms. “It’ll be fun!”I scooted over the back of the couch.“Down boy.” Ayden shoved him off course.I shrugged and tried to look disappointed at Blake’s wounded expression. “You’re just too much man for me.”He nodded knowingly.

I’ll take a shower.”“Want company?”“Enough, Blake.” Ayden stood and backhanded the big guy’s chest.“Just trying to do my Hexy Knight duty. How about we carpool tomorrow, babe? You could sit on my lap. I make a great seat belt.”“Shut up, Blake,” Ayden and I said in unison.

Son of a—Rora?” Blake slid out of the crater he’d just made in the wall. “Crap. What are you doing here?” He saw my wrist. “Handcuffs? I definitely want that story.