I wasn’t sure if it was a realistic threat or just bravado, but I wasn’t going to push it. After all, technically, this is what I’d wanted. What we’d wanted. Okay, what Bridget had wanted. The crew was busy at the moment, chivvying their mannies back into the river. It hadn’t taken us long to realize that the losers would be going for the rest of our group, just to have something to show their bosses.