The Best Kind of Forever (Riverside Reapers #1)

by Celeste Briars

I look down through graying vision to pinpoint my tuxedo cat, Swiffer, nuzzling against me. And yes, she’s named after a Swiffer WetJet.

He’s the team-appointed lover of the group. Fuck, that sounds wrong.

A girlfriend? That’s the stupidest idea anyone’s come up with, and Kit once proposed that I fake my own death to get away from a stage-five clinger.

judging by the silence, she’s either plotting my murder or suppressing sobs.

“I’m sexy!” I shout confidently, my voice resounding off the spacious arena. “Not sure what that has to do with this, but yes you are!” Hayes yells just as loudly.

Oh my God. Hayes is giving me the Heimlich maneuver. In front of hundreds of eyes.