The Naturals (The Naturals, #1)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“Anything happens to her,” she told Michael, “this family—we know how to dispose of a body.”

“You should see her when she’s had caffeine,” he told me, nodding at Sloane. “Michael,” Sloane said darkly, “hides the coffee.” “Trust me,” Michael drawled, “it’s a kindness to us all.” He paused and then gave me a long, slow smile.

Sloane, who had a dainty little build, also apparently had the nasal passages of an overweight trucker.

“I’m making a grocery run at oh-nine-hundred. If you’ve got requests, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

have no idea what those Cheerios did to you, but I’m sure they’re very, very sorry,” Michael said as he slid into the seat next to me at the kitchen table.

Sloane on coffee was a bit like an auctioneer on speed.

“We’re out of ice cream,” I said murderously.