Crash (Sinners and Saints #1)

by Kathy Lockheart

“Fascinating business model,”

“but I’m afraid medical ethics committees tend to frown on organ harvesti...

“I’m not middle-aged,” Ryker said, looking genuinely wounded. “I’m thirty-five.” Blake shoved away from my brother and Jace, brushing grass from his now-ruined dress shirt. “Middle-aged is, like, forty-five.” “I don’t even have gray hair yet,”

“Seriously? THAT’S what got you to stop?” “We’re not middle-aged,”

“For once, I actually agree with your brother,”

“A) You’re not teenagers anymore, so stop acting like them! And B) in case either of you needs a reminder, I’m thirty-three years old. You.”

“Lost the right to express opinions over my dating choices when I stopped wearing

braces, and you”—I turned to Blake—“are not helping your case by rolling around on m...

“And you.” I turned to Jace, who actually took a step back, hands raised in surrender. “What are you even doing here?” “Ryker and I had pla...

“Seems multiple people have been worried about you lately, Tessa, and that role should c...

“This is … fascinating. Is this what they used to brew coffee before electricity?”

Ladies and gentlemen, it was time to buckle up and return your tray tables to their upright position. I had thought long and hard about how I would break the news to my older brother that I had been battling a medical mystery, and whenever I thought about it, I imagined a calm conversation organized by me, after I had plenty of answers to reassure him. But you know what they say about the best-laid plans. Blake reached into my fridge, rummaged around, and found an ancient beer left by Eli, popping the cap off and handing it to Ryker. “Here, man.” Blake put the bottle in Ryker’s hand. “It’s not even noon,” Ryker balked. “Trust me. You’re going to want a drink for this.”

Oh no