All In (The Naturals, #3)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“Too young to party, just old enough to participate in federal investigations of serial murder.” Lia let out an elaborate sigh. “Story of my life.”

“Did you know,” she said brightly, making another attempt at conversation, “that elevators only kill about twenty-seven people per year?”

“I may have led them to believe Judd was my butler.” That got nothing more than a slight eyebrow raise out of Judd, who poured himself a cup of coffee without responding. “If anyone asks,” Michael called to him, “your name is Alfred.”

Let's be real. everybody else is judd's butler

“When you lose the remote control to your television, four percent of the time it ends up in the freezer!” Sloane blurted out loudly.

“Pretend for a moment,” Lia told her, “that we’re all very, very slow.” “I’m not very good at pretending,” Sloane told her seriously. “But I think I can do that.”

“Don’t,” Judd told her sharply. “Don’t you ever apologize for being what you are.”

“I was thinking more of The Tempest. ‘Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.’”

It's giving... Shatter me