ROBERT POV
Watching Jessie basically evacuate his soul in the bathroom stall was, without a doubt, one of the most glorious things I had ever witnessed.
He tried to walk out all cocky—shoulders back, chin up—acting like he hadn't just sprinted through the diner with a look of bowel betrayal on his face and the sound of wet regret echoing behind him.
And Pauline? She didn’t even blink. She smiled sweetly, thanked him for coming, and handed him a complimentary peppermint on the way out like the polite psychopath she was.
I loved her.
"Did he just—?" Rett asked through the mindlink, still chewing on his last bite of waffle.
“Yup,” I replied, licking syrup from my thumb. “Public humiliation. We just watched a man lose all credibility and half his body weight.”
Rett gave a low whistle. “
