"That can be arranged," Sam told Bo as he got to his feet. There wasn't much in the way of tidying he needed to do. He'd collided with the floor, not been mauled by his girlfriend.

Another guy might have made a show of being possessive, but Sam didn't need to. Bo loved him and Molls. She wasn't cheating. She had a problem and this guy, Loki if he'd matched the faces right, was taking advantage.

"That makes two of us, Loki. But if you say goodbye now, I'll chalk it up to bad timing."