Demise (Gallows Hill, #3)

by Katelyn Taylor

Looking around for the closest thing I can, I pinch some flour between my fingers before tossing it at his chest. Now, it’s his turn to look outraged. His mouth drops open, and he looks down at his shirt before back up to me. It was right then and there that I realized how royally I had fucked up. Calmly, Wesley reaches behind me, grabbing a fistful of flour before sprinkling it over my head. I screech and swat him away, but he holds both of my hands with one hand while coating my head with the other. Then, it’s on. We both reach for handfuls of flour, tossing it at each other before I grab two fistfuls and run to hide behind the kitchen island for cover. The air is thick with white powder, clouding the kitchen as we participate in all out baking warfare. When we run out of flour, Wesley scoops up the remaining powder on the island, scooping it together into his hands before ninja rolling across the floor. Sometimes, I forget that he was in the military, a Navy Seal, no less. His eyes land on mine and he ends his roll in a crouched position. Fear clenches my stomach before he pounces. I squeal again as he throws one more handful of flour to my face before landing on top of me.