Together we sagged onto the mattress. Boner, Cass and Jules sliding free. Me lying across Archer with him still buried inside me.
"That was peak life," Boner said breathlessly.
I managed a laugh. He was right, it was. If we died tomorrow, at least we went out with a bang. Pun intended. And what a bang it was. The possibilities, the pleasure we could find together and give each other was endless. This was just the start.
I didn't want to die tomorrow, if only because we had so much more to explore. So much more to do and learn.
"The very tip of the peak," Cass said, snuggling up to Boner.
"I see what you did there," Boner grinned and kissed his forehead. "All the tips."
"And some peaks," Archer said, squeezing my nipples gently.
"That's us," I said, trying to suppress a yawn. "All tips and peaks."
"And holes," Boner said.
"Holes everywhere," Cass agreed, sounding sleepy.
"Stop saying holes so much." Jules sounded just as tired.
I laughed softly then rolled off Archer. "I need to get washed up and get some sleep. I'd like to get my restaurants open again tomorrow."
"Not until Zeus is dealt with," Jules said, suddenly sounding more awake.
"What he said," Cass agreed.
"I'm with them," Boner said. "Sleep now, deal with asshole tomorrow. Get on with the rest of our lives the day after."
"I'll put that in my calendar," Archer said.
I sighed out my nose and headed toward the bathroom.
It sounded like a good plan, but would it work out the way we hoped?
CHAPTER 19
HARLOW
"Have you found anything?" I placed plates with olive and tomato focaccia in front of Cass and Archer. Steam still rose off the bread. The smell wafted through the apartment. I'd baked it fresh, restless for something to do. Besides, they needed to eat.
"A few things, but nothing concrete." Cass nodded his thanks and bit into a piece of focaccia. His eyes rolled back in his head as he hummed his approval of the flavors.
"This is so good," he said, his mouth full.
I smiled modestly. "What else did you find?"
"From what I can tell, this guy was an even judgier prick than Forrest," Cass said.
"That doesn't surprise me in the slightest. Unfortunately, being a judgey prick isn't grounds to kill someone." It was tempting sometimes, but that would make us as bad as them.
"What else have you found?"
"He's been traveling a lot," Cass said. "Mostly to the other side of the country, but he's spent time in Florida."
"Also not a crime," I said. Lying back on a nice beach sounded pretty good right now. Maybe with a cocktail in hand.
The chances were, if we went down there, Boner would insist we go to Disneyland. He'd want to go on every single ride at least twice. Especially the ones that go upside down.
