Elin's POV

Gerald's still running his mouth, puffing up like a peacock showing off feathers he doesn't have. I press my lips together, fighting the laugh threatening to burst out.

'This idiot has no idea what's coming.'

"So yeah," Gerald leans back, one arm draped over the sofa like he owns the place. "Aaron and I go way back. We were practically raised together, you know? Ran around bare-assed as kids." He grins, that sleazy gleam never leaving his eyes as they drift toward me again. "But I ...