She placed down her martini glass and extended her hand. “My name’s Kelsey. I own The Water’s Edge up the street. Hope we can take your mind off the raincloud hovering over your head, Eeyore.

Hey now.” Jason bumped her shoulder. “There’s only room for one self-loathing diva here, and I showed up wearing the crown.

Took long enough,” she called out, not wanting to admit how the sight of him made her throat hitch, how the man was so gorgeous she lost her mind. “I thought you drowned in the mirror from staring into your reflection too long.

A lazy smile reached his lips. “The mere sight of me shirtless takes your mind there? Good to know. I’d rather a solid fuck than getting my kumbayas out.

You heard Alanna. Someone’s got to be on you at all times.” His dark eyes glinted with a hot sort of mischief, his double entendre clear as day.

Why don’t we keep that secret? Hunters will lose their reputations if we’re seen saving puppies and painting flowers.

We’ll create some new memories,” Ally said. “Like setting their secret lairs on fire and roasting marshmallows over the wreckage.

Zane Parata,” she said, settling into the seat opposite him. “I thought you’d gotten swallowed up in a twister and settled among the indigenous people of Oz.

A laugh exploded from her throat. “One time. One time when I was sixteen, you asshole!” “One time is significant when setting fires to the kitchen,” Sky commented, drawing plates from her cupboards with a clink. “I’ve never done it.