“What? This jackass just threw me on the floor,” Sadie barked. Carlos shot her a look. “Kitchen now.” Andrus interceded. “I assure you, I am fine. No need to scold the tiny meat wench.” “Meat wench? Someone needs to beat some manners into you.” Smirking, the man raised one dark brow and then glanced at his groin. “You may beat me anytime you like.”
