Patch’s eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. “I’m going to have a hard time sending you off with Scott in that dress. Just a heads-up: If you come home and the dress looks even slightly tampered with, I will track Scott down, and when I find him, it won’t be pretty.”

“I’ll relay the message.”

“If you tell me where he’s hiding, I’ll relay it myself.”

I had to work not to smile. “Something tells me your message would be a lot more direct.”

“Let’s just say he’d get the point.

Author: Becca Fitzpatrick