"You should ask Callum about how dangerous I am with nun chucks." Jo grinned and swiped lip gloss across her lips for the thousandth time. "That was one bloody day."

Carbonated dinner choked me. I coughed into my hand and stared at Jo like she'd morphed into recycled cardboard. "Say what?"

Jo dropped onto the couch next to me. "I split his head wide open. He had to get twelve stitches." She grabbed the remote from the coffee table and flipped through the channels. ...