The Complete Kit Davenport Series

by Tate James

“What are you, fucking twelve? Who throws books?” he yelled, picking up the offending item and brushing it off. “Jesus woman, have a little respect for the written word!”

“He’s trying to say that I can heal myself faster and easier if I’m touching someone,” I offered because they were right that Austin seemed to be having a hard time explaining it. “And faster still if the contact is a bit more sexual.” My eyes must have been playing tricks on me still because I could have sworn Cole and Caleb just did a rapid-fire rock-paper-scissors, then Caleb swore profusely.

Lucy replied with all the tact of a freight train.

Wes cleared his throat nearby, and Cole released me reluctantly. “Sorry, bro,” Cole smirked, looking anything but. “Just had to seal a bet.” “Shit,” Wes muttered under his breath, “is that why I’ve been losing bets to Cal for so long? I always just shook on it.”

Just as I was measuring all the dry ingredients into a big mixing bowl, the door to the kitchen slammed open and Austin stormed in. “You flicked me!” he exclaimed, coming to a stop right beside me at the island counter. “Ah yeah,” I agreed, continuing with my flour measurements. “Like fifteen minutes ago. Don’t tell me that was your off switch and it took you this long to reboot?”

I, for one, had no interest in getting on Lucy’s bad side. There had to be a reason her name was Lucifer, after all.