Quite a crowd tonight, Gin. Usually, it's just you and Finn." I shrugged. "What can I say? I seem to attract minions wherever I go these days. Kind of like the Pied Piper." Behind me, Finn huffed out his displeasure. "Minion? I am most certainly not a mere minion. Head minion, perhaps. At the very least.

Finn regarded pesky little things like wedding bands, engagement rings, and jealous, hulking menfolk more as amusing challenges than immovable obstacles that could be hazardous to his health.

You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.

I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.

What can I say?" I grinned. I have a magic touch when it comes to animals." Daphne snorted. "You're touched in the head is more like it.

The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again

You're just jealous." "Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.