Lance and Scott glowered at each other, stalled at the small, slim bridge. Both males exuded tension, which wasn't covered by the faux-casual way they shoved their hands into their pockets and slouched.

Victor and Logan watched from the sidelines, by the woods, but that didn't matter with their eyesight.

"Slim."

"Rocky."

A cocky grin on the tanned ( Read more... )