“You know she did that on purpose so we can’t have sex,” he joked. “She’s more powerful than both of us put together.”
Lucian snorted.
“She did it, so when you take her on a date, she can have a margarita. Who the hell are we kidding? Bishop has a two-track mind,” he said.
They both laughed.
Because he was right. The lady liked a stiff drink, and an even stiffer drink on their new patio.
And she deserved it.
As Lucian raced to get to his wife, he knew that they were all going to be okay.
They were back, and the Littlemoon family was stronger than ever.
They survived Oracle, and that clusterfuck.
So, they’d survive what was to come—no matter what that was.
Bet.
On.
It.
Past and future were about to be turned on its head, and everything old would be new again.
For everyone.