Sublime

barbican,

Beckett stands with me, digging around in his pocket. He’s still wearing his hot-pink fluffy earmuffs. “I’ll get the car.” “No!” comes a chorus from my sisters and Evelyn, still on the phone. Harper lobs a dinner roll right at his head.

Easy,

She tasted like a promise.

A red brow rose. “Not Ewan.” His brow furrowed. “Who? Who do we know who is good enough for her?” Grace smiled then, full and open and uncalculated. She looked to Whit. “Who, indeed.” “Beast?” Devil thought he might lose his mind at the idea of his brother touching Felicity. “Oh, for God’s sake,” Whit growled. “You just might have the intelligence

careful to keep