Fallen Hero (Downrange #2)

“Are we going to discuss what happened down there or are we going to pretend the air conditioning wasn’t broken in Calista’s room.” Fallon stopped and snapped his fingers. “Wait, it wasn’t the AC, it was you and Calista and fire sizzling—”

“Do you hear yourself? Fire sizzling. Did you lose your balls somewhere? Grow a vagina? Hit your head?”

I was actually impressed Fallon waited until we’d taken the elevator up to the top floor and made it into our room before he started giving me shit.

If heckling and shit talk was an Olympic sport, he’d be a gold medalist. But fire sizzling, that wasn’t his style.