Listening to his story, Janet felt her jaw drop. Had everyone forgot the meaning of the word "prison"? "Arrest"? "25-to-life"? Raping, pillaging, and plundering was fine by her, but the vikings didn't have to worry about ending up in a concrete box for the rest of their lives. It wouldn't be hard to put Teddy behind bars if he stopped using his brain.
Jaw tightening, she glared daggers at him. "Of course it matters. You're being sloppy, Teddy." She recognized the name, Annie, as that girl he'd been cooing about like a teenager. "Wow, I'm so glad she was there to fix it for you. Is that what this is about? All your blood went south so you aren't thinking with your brain?"