MARINA

I looked at Garret with a disdain that I was absolutely sure was incredibly obvious. My eyes automatically narrowed to sharp slits, my pupils burning holes right into his perfect, smug face.

If looks could actually kill, the guy would have dropped dead onto the hardwood floor right then and there.

"Where the hell are you guys coming back from at such an ungodly hour?" Garret asked, his deep baritone voice dropping into a low rumble that made him sound exactly like a disappointed parent. He didn't move an inch from his doorframe, his massive arms remaining crossed over his broad chest.

I didn't even bother giving him a...