“I can’t get this open,” she said. “I’m pretty sure some supervillain working in the canning factory took it upon himself to tighten all the jars so that no person in the world could open them.”

Riley sniggered as Jack took the proffered bottle and opened it with a soft snick.

Dianna was watching his arms, not the bottle. He may have flexed his biceps just a little. He was still a bloke, after all, and when a pretty woman was looking at him like that and asking him to use his muscles, who was he to deny her? Yeah, it was stupid and ridiculous, but he was standing in...