Sean was sitting at lunch with Murdoch and Q when his phone started ringing. He smiled tersely at his colleagues.
It was still raining when Sebby got back to the hotel. The onslaught hadn’t even slowed; in fact, it was probably raining harder than it had been when he’d left his father’s.
“Well, shit,” Danny said, and Matt nodded emphatically as they surveyed the scene of destruction.
Kat lifts her head slowly, meets the warm, blue gaze of one Reese Lockwood. He stares at her, shifts a little awkwardly, before finally looking away, toward the other end of the library.
It was raining when they crossed the tarmac to board the plane. The wind was bitter and blowing from the north and the rain seemed to get heavier by the minute.
Luke sighs with satisfaction and slams his suitcase shut. Everything just barely fits, but he’s managed to cram the essentials into his suitcase. He glances about, but Mason’s suitcase is still suspiciously empty. He frowns.
[The following is an excerpt from Going Under, available on Amazon.]
Gabriel ends up in the most generic devil costume ever. This is fine, he thinks, because he doesn’t really care, and it’s easy enough to ditch the horns and the pitchfork, and just walk about the party in a badass cape. He debated just going as himself, but Mel and Kat insisted that doesn’t count as a costume, not even if he wore his cap and goggles and brought a medal. Reese pointed out it was pretty cold for a Speedo, and Brody helpfully suggested that this costume would mean he’d get “all the bitches,” which was effectively the nail in the coffin.
Danny leaned against the washroom door, grimacing. They’d only been home for maybe an hour and he needed to get ready for the game, but he hadn’t been able to get Matt to move from the bathroom floor for the better part of forty-five minutes. He winced again; Matt had to be dry-heaving by now—he’d thrown up probably two or three times before they’d even left the hospital.