Frost placed the remaining pie box on the counter beside where I sat and grinned widely at Nick. “Stormy’s a squirter.” Nick’s mouth fell open and I tossed my hands in the air. “Way to change the subject, Frost! Real smooth.” Frost just shrugged, totally unrepentant. “Facts are facts, Puddle, my love. And this is relevant information to temper Saint’s… uh… temper. As it may be. Right, Nick?” The big doofus just nodded enthusiastically. “Very relevant discovery.”
