“What exactly are you saying?"

Barlow chuckled lightly, his form casually lounging against the comfortable velvet of the sofa. The rhythmic tapping of his knuckles against the wooden armrest filled the room with deceptive calm.

"Why not join me for a drink?"

"Out with it, damn it!"

Faced with the potential danger to her best friend, Rosalynn's usually placid demeanor flared up.