Holy Barry Manilow, his voice. So deep. Wait, that wasn’t the right name. Who was the Barry with the baritone? Unable to remember, she sniffed indignantly. Anyway, men…and their deep voices. Wasn’t fair. Should kick ’em in the nuts. That’d make ’em squeaky. And not so sexy. For a couple of minutes. Bastards.
“White!” That was his name, Barry White. The can’t-get-enough-of-your-love-baby fella.
Xavier was frowning deeply at her.
Oh, shit, had she said that out loud? Probably.
