And the room is conveniently so cold that they MUST cuddle.

Mmhmm….there is some sneaky magic afoot. Either this lady is playing matchmaker or she’s spelled the rooms to do the job for her.

I don’t want to hear you say that being a cop isn’t your destiny. If it weren’t, you wouldn’t be tearing yourself up inside to follow the law, even when your Grimm instincts tell you not to.

Monroe pointing out the crucial truth.

I mean yeah…Monroe does yoga and pilates daily…he probably looks pretty damn good under all those layers.

I mean I think he looks good in them too and also I always imagined him having a bit of a pudge…just a little one. So snuggly.

….

Ahem. What?

They killed the wolf! All my blutbad friends said, ‘Oh yes, read Game of Thrones, lots of pro-lupine messages there’ and less than a hundred pages in, bam!, innocent wolf murder!

Oh Monroe, you sweet summer child.

“And what were you doing in Bermuda, hmm?” Nick asked teasingly, taking in Monroe’s long-sleeved shirt and sweater-vest.

“Clock-makers’ conference,” Monroe said, adding defensively, “and don’t laugh! I swear, you get a couple of mai-tais in those guys and suddenly it’s every man for himself.”

Clock-makers and Mai Tais? Monroe you wild party animal.