Luke rolls his eyes.
Flint slaps both men on the back. “Welcome to the family, brother.”
Rand slips his arm around my waist. “Glad to be here, bros. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to tell mywifehello!”
I pull him to the side. “Hello, real husband.”
“Hello, real wife,” Rand lands a scorching kiss on my lips that I’m surprised doesn’t send out a solar flare or burn down the restaurant.
“Ew,” Faylor’s voice sounds from behind me. “Old people are so gross!”
I pull away from Rand and smile at my new bonus daughter/niece. “Laugh it up, GREENIE. One of these days, you’re going to be old too. And karma is a bee-yotch!”
“Love you, Auntie Bonus Mom,” Faylor hugs me then Rand. “You too, Uncle Daddy.”
I laugh. At least my nickname doesn’t sound as backwoods as Rand’s does.
Faylor’s freshly-dyed green bangs match her eyes and dress. This afternoon, I helped her change the color right before taking her out for her first driving lesson.
We went to the Flamingo Cove Cemetery because I figured she couldn’t do much damage there. I forgot about the damage she could do to my nervous system - especially when she turned on the self-driving feature of the Tesla. The feature that she doesn’t know how to work. I already told Rand he was now in charge of teaching her to drive. I’m not sure either one of them will live through the experience.
What? I promised to love Rand forever. There wasnothingin my vows about teaching teenagers to drive.
Wysdom joins our little group as we drift toward glasses of champagne set up near the kitchen.
“Have you heard the latest about your ex-monster and his crazy lady?” Wysdom sips her champagne.
I shake my head. Between the takedown and the whirlwind elopement, I hadn’t had much time to think about anything else, much less keep track of lunatics.
“When Dr. Crazy Pants got out of the hospital, police immediately arrested her,” Wysdom shakes her head. “It’s going to be a fight where she goes first because there are bodies all over the country that could be tied to her.”
“What about Dash?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Oh, he worked out a plea deal,” Luke adds from Wysdom’s side. “Gave up all the details on the murders. Explained how it was the doctor’s idea to kill the men. Even pointed detectives toward bodies they didn’t even know about.”
“I don’t think they’re going to do very well in prison,” Wysdom mumbles into her glass.
“Damn,” I feel sick.
Rand strokes my arm. “This is not your fault, puffin. Those two are sociopaths and serial killers. You didn’t make them that way.”
“No, but they fixated on me, and now a bunch of people are dead as a result,” I put down my champagne. “I need to head to the restroom. Be back in a moment.”
I wrestle out of my husband’s arms and make a beeline toward the bathroom. Maybe if I splash some cold water on my face, I’ll feel better. Might have to grab a Sprite on the way back into the party.
I push open the restroom door, and a little ball of crazy shoves me further into the room. I whirl around, ready to kick someone’s ass. It’s a closed party, but that doesn’t mean someone couldn’t have gotten in through the back door.
The individual in front of me is in head-to-toe black, wearing a black ball cap low over their face. The person is about five inches shorter than me, and brown hair sticks out from under the hat. I yank the cap off their head and stare into familiar brown eyes.
“Bitch! That’s my disguise!”
I bite back a smile. “It’s a pretty shitty disguise for people who know you, sis.”
I haven’t seen Cam in months. She’s been undercover for the ATF and out of communication.
“How’d you know to be here?” I hold her hat up high like the freakishly-tall Saber Sister that I am.
She gives up on trying to wrestle it away from me. “Luke got a message to me.”
