“Are you sure you’re an adult?”
“Excuse me?”
“I mean, you’re so…small, and you dress like…”
“If you say a toddler, my short ass is not above cutting you off at the ankles, kid,” Foxx said with a smile.
“Shesh, I was just saying.”
“Sawyer, you better learn to close that mouth of yours before you find yourself in a ditch somewhere,” Sephira said, in a truly disappointed motherly tone. “How many times do I have to tell you before it gets through that thick skull of yours, size and looks don’t have a thing to do with strength.”
“Yess, Mom,” the teen huffed, before grumbling, “He’s like two feet tall.”
“One, you have four inches on me at most,” Foxx snorted. “And two, I’ve taken grown men down twice your size, child.”
“I’m not a child!”
Foxx giggled. “Keep telling yourself that. It’ll be true one day… Just not today, and not for at least four more years legally and…probably twenty more mentally.”
“You—”
SuddenlyMy Boy Lollipopstarted playing, slowly growing louder in the silence it brought.
“Son of a bitch!” Foxx cried, glaring at Harlow who was across the room.
Harlow shrugged, pulled his phone from his inner pocket and flipped it open.
“Is that…a flip phone?” Sawyer asked, sounding absolutely horrified.
“Sadly, yes… He had a craptop at one point too, but I luckily managed to destroy it. His phone, not so much.”
“What is he, eighty?”
“No, but he is more than halfway there.”
When Harlow’s neutral expression twisted and he began cursing…Foxx had a feeling his baking fun was over. Dammit…he’d only been there two hours…
He supposed, at least it was longer than last time… Which had been zero since he never made it.
“Foxx, we have a dead hunter. We need to go, now,” Harlow announced stiffly.
“We—” Foxx cut off whatever complaint he’d been about to release, the vampire’s eyes widening, no doubt on registering what he’d just said. Face pinching with concern, the man wiped his hands off on a towel and hurried over. “I had so much fun, Sephira, but duty calls!” Foxx said.
“Life goes on,” Harlow heard Sephira murmur as he ushered the vampire away.
The minute they stepped outside, Foxx asked, “Who died?”
“I don’t know yet. All I got from Charity is that it was someone from our office,” Harlow said as he unlocked the Jeep and they jumped in.
“They don’t know?”
“They know, but it only just happened, so all the details are jumbled. Charity didn’t wait around for the who’s and what’s. We are the only team available and we need to get there now. It’ll be in the amended file when they send it.”
Once they were both buckled in and he'd started the car, Harlow punched in the address Charity gave him and took off.
“Casing, Oklahoma? That’s over six hours away. Wouldn’t a flight be faster? You said a hunter died, so I’d assume the partner is still alive?”
“Bad fucking timing, both jets are on their way back from different locations. And there are no commercial flights taking off soon enough. This is the fastest option.”
