Chapter 3Lake
I didn’t know what Theo’s problem was, other than the slightly obvious dislike of anything too queer.
The snarky grumpiness was so not attractive, even if the man himself was pretty f*****g gorgeous in that rugged, broke-my-nose-one-time-too-many kind of way. Hottie McEyebrows, indeed. While he’d been wearing a ball cap outside in the sun, he’d taken it off indoors, and his thick hair with a widow’s peak hairline did things to me for some reason. I f*****g hated how attractive he was with his scruffy beard and his…everything.
I was gearing up for a fight, when the boom of the handful of dogs I’d seen outside carried into the kitchen, and Theo was off like a bullet.
I blinked, startled, and McMillan—Hudson—got out of his seat, too.
“What’s going on?” I asked, standing as
