As soon as Brand stepped outside, he walked into a cloud of tobacco smoke and resentment. Before either had a chance to lay into him for moving too soon, he raised a hand. “She asked.” “She asked you to have sex with her?” Nate asked, a hint of humor in his disgusted tone. “She asked me for an orgasm.” Both men turned their heads and gave him hard stares. “You give it to her?” Nate asked, staring at the circle of smoke he’d just blown. “Yeah.” “Well, good. It’ll give her something to think about. But we’re next,” he said, rolling his shoulders. Brand ground his teeth at Nate’s bald statement. “You aren’t lining up at her door.” “Of course not. But we get a chance to show her we can be just as…generous. Can’t have you wearin’ the white hat.”
