“I don’t like crowds, and I don’t like you,” Sam was saying.

“I believe half of that,” dark eyes glittered at Sam. “But don’t worry, I’m right beside you.”

“You’re most of the problem,” was Sam’s immediate reply.

“Most?”

Sam pushed at the large shoulder, “your muscles take up a lot of room.”

“You’re wondering what I look like naked, aren’t you?”

Ty’s arrogance was met with a pointed smirk.

“What does that mean?” Suspicion was heavy.

Sam lifted their joined hands, “let go of my hand, and I’ll tell you.”

Ty’s eyes were narrowed, “it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Okay,” the smug confidence in Sam’s voice said otherwise. “Then just keep holding my hand.”

Walking next to him, Court said, “I can’t tell if Sam wants him to keep holding his hand or not right now.”

“Maybe it’s a win-win for him?” Tanner laughed.