"I'm...going to pretend that was not said." Ty said with a laugh as he pulled a chair over and sat down on it backwards. He folded his arms over the back at the chair and looked away a moment. "He is hot though, so." It was neither here nor there, though.

But he did cock his head to the side as she said that last bit. "That...could be arranged. Like...um, more than arranged. Because when I find that son of a bitch he might want to run for cover." Not to mention that Ty has already proven himself to be an excellent shot with a rifle. When he'd discussed career paths with his adviser, it had been mentioned at least twice that he was a rather impressive shot. "A few friends insisted on walking me through the airport until I boarded a flight to Chicago, or he might have been dead already."

He wasn't even joking, either.