"Hey, it's not our fault you can't keep it in your fucking pants," she retorted, sliding into a chair and staring at him across the room. "You want us to quit popping up, stop fucking everyone in sight. Pretty simple."
She scooted forward to the edge of the chair, propping her elbows on her knees. "So Rhode tells me Ky shot you. Someone fucked up reeeeal bad, didn't they?"