“Excited is good. I’m down with excited.” Lark bounces into the room. Her arm drops by her side, but she still holds the shoe. “I thought something murdery was happening.” “Nope. Nothing murdery.” I laugh, nodding toward her hand. “Though, I’m glad you were ready to fight…with your very dangerous shoe.” Her gaze hones on mine. “Always.” I arch a brow at her. “What were you planning to do?” “We both know the blocks of these babies can hurt. Figured I could swing ’em around a bit, maybe strangle them with a ribbon.” “You’ve thought about this in far too much detail.”
