“Screw the others.”
It took just a second for Shep’s startling response—his hearty snicker. “Received and acknowledged, Madame VP.”
Franzen’s reaction wasn’t so easy to watch. His face, still as fiery and fierce as a pissed-off bull, darkened into something harsher. Harder. A creature with gritted white teeth and eyes as black as fresh lava.
Something a lot like a dragon come to life.
A dragon wanting to bite into her.
And not in the good way.
“You,” he gritted, baring those teeth a little more. “You ordered the pull-over, not Wrightman.”