#Chapter58
/"Oh, I don’t know. I reckon I could charm Miss. Ander … OWWW./" Daniel squawks like an injured animal as Jake’s shoulder punch is applied with a lot more force. /"Calm your pants, Jake. God! You’ll be pissing on me next./" He huffs and swipes his beer from the table casting his friend an angry frown.
/"Don’t tempt me./" Jake’s joke seems drier than humor and he swipes his own beer. Both men throwing a snarky look at one another, before taking what looks like a precision planned swigs of their drinks.
/"Jeez, testosterone flying, much?/" Leila interjects, pulling some of the tension away with a heavy sigh.
/"Men!/" I offer as in way of answer, and we both raise eyebrows at one another in agreement,
/"Needless to say, I was right!/" Leila grins triumphantly.
