one of the men grumbled. “Apparently I did,” Tristan said dryly before adding, “Can we get to the point of your visit without the bitching?” “I don’t know how Shayne put up with you for all these years,” came the muttered response, which piqued her interest enough for her to open her eyes and chance the world spinning out of control. There was a little dizziness, but nothing like she’d experienced before. A long, loud suffering sigh had Tristan muttering under his breath and her attention shifting to Shayne. “Some days were harder than others,” Shayne said solemnly. “He always was a mean little bastard,” the man to Shayne’s left said with a sigh. “Mmmhmmm, just a right mean bastard,” the man to the right said with a firm nod. “Enough!” the man sitting in the large overstuffed black leather chair that didn’t go with the rest of the furniture snapped, sounding pissed and reminding her of a certain someone that was glaring at Shayne. “Let’s get this over with,”
