Sebastián laughed—a rich, velvety sound that seemed to chase away some of the basement’s chill. He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Don’t tell Kit this, but after the last time he fixed it, Rory snuck down in the middle of the night and attacked it with a butter knife.” The mental image made me snort. “Seriously?” “Felix caught him on the security cameras. He was wearing all black, an official coffee machine saboteur.” Sebastián’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “We have the footage saved somewhere. For leverage.”
