Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Shut your mouth Maurice, you big-mouthed idiot!” “Maurice?” Nic asked in disbelief. “It’s a perfectly respectable name!” Maurice protested.
“Any chance we can maybe talk this out?” he asked with a hesitant smile. “You tried to kill us,” the unnamed witch hissed as her fingers sparked with something deadly. Nic nodded. “Though, to be fair, you guys have done your best to return the favor. Call it even, we take our friend and leave?”
May her backstabbing soul be rotting in some underworld toilet,”
“Do I wanna know how many times you’ve bailed him out of jail?” At that, Lucas smiled. “More than once, less than a hundred.” “That’s…vague,”
“Boy, are you sleepin’ with both of them now?” “Dad!” Shaun protested, wishing he’d brought his beer with him. “Well, that’s a yes. Didn’t I teach you to think with your big head first?”
You workin’ with both of ‘em and sleepin’ with both of ‘em? Either you gonna have trouble, or you’re the luckiest son of a bitch that ever walked the planet,”
When you get a bunch of people together, who are all believin’ in the same thing without considerin’ nothin’ else, it’s bound to cause trouble.
“And in case we’re wrong, never giving ourselves away means we never have to make a really awkward apology.”
“Just think about bunnies or something until you have to think about something else,” Nic supplied. “Or us naked, in bed with you,” Lucas added with a sly grin. Shaun glared at him through the rearview mirror. “That, right there, is why I laugh whenever people say that you’re the innocent one. Or that you’re the well-behaved one. You’re as bad as him,
hey, it worked, didn’t it?” Nic asked, holding out his hand. “And if it hadn’t?” Masters asked, face serious. Nic thought about that for a moment before shrugging. “Then we’d all be dead and wouldn’t have to worry about who was right and who was wrong. But we aren’t, so we get to deal with the fact that I’m a damn genius.”
“Well, so long as he doesn’t pee on the carpet, I don’t see any problem with having him around.” Nic gave a disappointed noise. “Well, there goes my plans for the night.”
modest people come in two forms. The ones who truly believe they didn’t do anything worthwhile because they have zero self-esteem. Then those who are modest because they enjoy having people correct them, and bask in their praise.
I’m pretty curious, and Lucas is a man who loves his little details.” “I think ya mean you’re nosy, and Lucas is neurotic,”
“God, all he would have had to do was turn around at the right moment and there I would have been. Crouched behind a…a fucking fern. God, what is it with my life?”
“Don’t worry, you’re barking up the wrong tree too. Not even in the right national forest,”
He understood there was still an expectation attached to being into guys, but he always clung to the hope that it would die out. The other gay men he’d known, been friends with, or just plain slept with, had all come in different shades of personality and behaviors.
“You two know we can hear you, right?” Nic rolled his eyes at the guy speaking. “Oh I’m sorry, are we not supposed to talk to one another to figure out how to kill you guys before you kill us?” “How’s that gonna work if we can hear your plans?”
No one ever liked a saboteur and troublemaker until they had a deeply personal reason for wanting to stir things up.
