Ty smiled slowly and took a step toward him. “You totally just outed us to the criminals,” he said as he pointed a finger at Zane (Armed
Abigail RouxMots clés armed-danderous
Deep down in their psyches, both brothers were really just waiting to get old enough to sit on a porch and bang things with a shovel (Armed
Abigail RouxMots clés armed-dangerous
This thing got a pump?” he asked as he pulled the heavy air mattress out.“No, Ty, you have to blow it up,” Deuce answered in a flat voice. “We’ll take turns, should have it done by August (Armed
Abigail RouxMots clés armed-dangerous
Not a unicorn’s chance in Hell,” Owen grunted.
“Now, what would a unicorn be doing in Hell?” Liam asked.
“You can ask him when you get there.
Mots clés touch-geaux
You’re a phoenix, Zane. Rising from the ashes. And all I do is make you burn.
Abigail RouxMots clés ty touch-geaux
My wife has made up Ty’s old bedroom for you,” he told him in a low voice as Ty and Mara argued over the merits of the couch cushions versus the rocks out back.
“Oh Christ.” Zane laughed, falling back in his chair. “He won’t let me forget this. Losing his bed to me.”
“Well,” Earl said with a sigh, “it’s either that or fight his mama over it.” He sat and watched Ty and Mara for a moment, sipping at his coffee contentedly. “Ain’t none of us ever won that fight,” he told Zane flatly.
“Me and Zane’ll just bunk together,” Ty was arguing.
Mara laughed at him. “You two boys won’t fit in a double bed any more than I’ll still fit in my wedding dress,” she scoffed.
[...]
“Good morning, Zane dear, how did you sleep?” Mara asked as she came up to him and pressed a glass of orange juice into his hands.
“Ah, okay,” Zane hedged, taking the glass out of self-defense. “I don’t do too well sleeping in strange places lately, but….”
“Well, Ty’s bed is about as strange a place as you can get,” Deuce offered under his breath. He followed it with a muffled grunt as Ty kicked him under the table.
Mots clés sticks-and-stones
Forgive him, baby Jesus, he knows not what he does,” Kelly said, then pulled Nick with him.
“I’m going to Hell anyway, I don’t know why I bother anymore.
What’s the reach on these ear buds?” Zane asked. He refused to slow down, and for once Nick was glad for the man’s stubbornness.
“You got to be in a mile range of the hand unit,” Digger answered. “If Ty’s got his unit on him, we should be able to hear him and he should be able to hear us.”
“So we can’t hear him, that means he dropped his radio?” Owen asked.
“Or his ear bud. Or he went into the drink. Or he’s underground. Or he’s behind lots of concrete. Or somewhere the signal’s getting jacked.”
“Digger!”
“What? They ain’t military grade. Damn.
Mots clés digger
Grady and Preston were both after the same mark in Paris a few years ago,” Julian said to
Zane. “They met during what I hear was a drunken, debauched night of… selling antiques. That’s how
I knew Ty had been there. I never saw him.”
“Such unnecessary details,” Preston murmured.
“Ty, seriously,” Zane grunted.
“How is this my fault?” Ty asked in exasperation.
“Do you have a history with every guy with a gun in the Northern hemisphere?”
“Oh, like you don’t have some winners back there you hope we never run into. Let’s head to
Miami and see what comes out of the woodwork.”
“Ty.”
“I like guys with guns!”
“Oh my God,” Julian muttered as he rubbed at his eyes.
Mots clés julian zane ty preston
Okay.”
“I want the whole deal.”
“This is starting to feel like I’m leasing a car or something.”
“I’m serious, I want the Irish special.”
Nick rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. “Fine. Jesus.
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