He smirked in unholy commiseration. "Yeah, I know. I heard him bitching in the library all the way down in my office off the armory. It was glorious. I know Jordan has patience rivaling the Almighty, but trying to slog through David's terrible handwriting is just...cruel and unusual."

Ethan blinked up at her when she rose from her chair, adopting a pout and something resembling a whine. "Do I have to?" He held out a hand anyway; never let it be said he'd refuse a lady her wish. ...most of the time.