"It's all good, Ronny but just so you know, I was talking about the guy who's charming smile could melt the panties off a priest."What the fuck?
There’s so many things wrong with that sentence.
"I don't know about charming, more like demented," Rory mumbles.
"That's what I said,charming." Roxy looks completely looney for the guy.
I shake my head and stand up. "Can we focus for a minute? Green eyes said the word mate but he mentally spoke it. Not to mention, I just attacked my sister in a fit of possessive jealousy. What the hell is happening, Rory?"
Rory looks straight at me with the same confusion running through my own head.
"I don't know but let's call Darren. Maybe he's found more information."
God, I hope so. This handsome Cujo is messing with my head and I can't have that.