Hot and Badgered (Honey Badger Chronicles, #1)

by Shelly Laurenston

“Are guns involved?” “In ice hockey? No.” “Knives? Or bombs? Or Peruvian drug lords?” “Not that I’m aware.”

“I love how your Christianity only comes into play when you don’t have a rational argument for something you don’t like.”

“So, let me sum up—we’ve got one vote for total annihilation and one vote for forcing them to join the hockey team. Am I correct?” “Yes,” both females replied.

“She’s on the phone and crying.” Max looked at her sister. “Crying.” “People cry.” “Honey badgers don’t cry. Honey badgers don’t cry.” “I heard you the first time.” “But I felt it can’t be said enough.”

“Should I go there and kill everybody?” “Why is that always your first suggestion?” “It’s the most expedient.”

She had on a pair of her Converse sneakers. Bright purple! Jeans. A T-shirt with “I don’t hear Mansplainin’” written on it. And tucked under that T-shirt . . . a Glock 9mm.