“What did I tell you about the evil twin shit?” Cross glares at Hendrix, who takes a step back.
“Right. Sorry. Old habits die hard,” Hendrix groans.
I tap my wine glass against Cross’s beer bottle. “It’s a good life.”
“It’s a great life.”
“Cocky,” I tease, just to hear him say...
“Arrogance, baby. This is arrogance.”
I fucking love his arrogance.
The End