Page 93 of Live and Let Ride
Bobo’s head dipped again.
Hunt adjusted.
I sucked in a sharp breath. Griffin massaged my leg, his fingers rubbing the bare spots through my ripped jeans.
Layla interjected excitedly.
—he gestured with both hands to include all of our crew—
Layla bounced on the bed.
Brady snorted.
Thanks to said interruptions, Hunt had to repeat his question, simplifying it further.
Bobo barked, his tail wagging.
Layla asked.
But Bobo only dipped his head again.
Layla asked.
Bobo barked but shook his head.
Layla said.
Hunt said,
Layla snorted.
Griffin was rubbing my leg with one hand, the sexy scruff on his chin with the other.
Hunt shrugged. —he cast an adoring smile at Bobo—
Griffin continued.
Layla chuckled grimly.
She twirled her feathers some more. —she ran her hands along her waist to her hips—
I grimaced. Then,
Bobo nodded, his ears, relaxed now, flopping with the movement.
He whined.
