"Torden? You're blaming that hairy Dane on this? The fact you're now sleeping in my bed near naked while looking at pictures of me. Looks fucking dirty, brat."

Sig gazed down at the Dane and knew he'd get an earful of bitchy bullshit from Mikkel because that was his way. The Swede was used to this by now and found it cute the way the brat snarked at him. He wouldn't have it any other way.

"Did you enjoy me, brat?"

Pulling up a magazine, Sig opened the double paged spread and waved it in front of Mikkel's face playfully before dropping it back down again. Shit. Where the fuck were they selling these? Whatever. People could look for all the good it would do them. Blixt were in LA and the news was spreading fast it seemed.