The Grim Sweeper (Psychic Cleaner #5)

by S.E. Babin

passed over one sandwich. “Roast beef, mayo, provolone, salt, pepper, and oregano!” I called like a short-order cook. Killian rolled off the couch and bounded up like a jack-in-the-box, snatching the plate off the counter faster than my eye could calculate the speed. Ryan’s eyes widened. “Dude. Hungry?” Killian’s mouth was already full. He grunted in the affirmative.

Sorcha peered over at my pancakes. “Please, sir, I’m hungry and oh so cold.” Her fork moved perilously close to my plate, so I swatted it away with my own. “Back up before I stab you,” I said with no heat. She snorted. “Miss Grimshaw! Kate’s being mean.”