”This is ridiculous.” I tried to smooth out the…skirt? Kilt?
“No, it’s not. You know how obsessed he is with those corny historical romance novels.”
“What am I, Roman? I’m pretty sure they had tunics—this feels like a porn shoot.” I held up the shield. Way too small to hide behind.
“I know!” Kev beamed. “He’s gonna cream his pants.” He lowered his voice, “Here he comes.”
I ignored my sweaty palms and steeled myself for the laugh I knew would come. The joke I’d rehearsed died in my throat when I noticed Dave’s dilated pupils.
“Adam.” He whimpered.