Page 339 of Icy Cold Death

“Well? Are we going to live next to each other?” he asked again, ignoring the text.

“Absolutely.”

Lucian was curious.

“And if he finds a way to undo what we’ve done in the static?” he asked. “Do you want him to undo it?”

Ridge stared into his eye.

“No. Do you want it undone?” he asked, his heart racing in his chest.

Lucian reached for his hand, and held it in his. Immediately, they both calmed down.

This was just more proof they needed to stay connected.

The panic came.

“Absolutely not. We have to be ready for when Oracle returns. Let’s talk new living arrangements. I told my wife about you moving next door.”

Ridge was nervous.

“And?”

“She wants a pool.”

He laughed.

“God. The women are going to be running the show for the foreseeable future.”

And neither man minded.

“I was thinking about our mediation suite,” Lucian said. “I want to design it. I want to give you a gift. Will you let me?”

Ridge laughed.

“Are you wooing me, Lucian? With presents?”

He winked at him.

“You’re easy. I didn’t even have to buy you dinner,” he joked.

The man’s phone came to life.

“YOU. ARE. BOTH. WEIRD. I. DON’T. EVEN. KNOW. HOW. TO. BUST. YOUR. BALLS. I. THINK. YOU. MIGHT. LIKE. IT.”

Lucian dropped his arm over the man’s shoulders, and he was honest.

“If I don’t get some sleep,” Lucian said, “I’m crashing in a church.”

Ridge yawned.

“Do you think we can get Wynter to drive us back?” he asked. “If I don’t get horizontal, and soon, bad shit is happening.”

Lucian understood that.

Standing, he held out his hand, and Ridge didn’t hesitate to take it.

As they walked out, they had a long line of dead following them like they were the pied pipers.

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