House of Korba (The Ghost Bird, #7)

by C.L. Stone

“North just threw a mug at me for calling you about it.” “Would you give him the phone, please?” “He doesn’t want it.”

“You go Greek, you won’t go back to any of those lazy American boyfriends.”

“Oh my god, what the fuck. She even sneezes cute?”

“Come on, Trouble. Let’s go before you start farting bunnies and rainbows or some shit.”

“Sang Baby, I’ll fight with Silas, or Hendricks, or goddamn terrorists any damn day if I get to hide in the bathroom and make out with you.”