Page 192 of Icy Cold Death

They all agreed there.

That was a good plan all around.

Besides, the last thing anyone wanted was to see a co-worker buck ass naked with her man.

Nope.

Their HR department really frowned upon shit like that—and so did Julian.

As if he had something to add to the conversation, the radio came to life.

“THEY. ARE. INDEED. DOING. SOMETHING. NOT. SO. CREATIVE. WITH. WHIPPED. CREAM. AND…”

Oh.

Hell.

No.

They put a stop to that.

“TREY!” they all said, stopping him.

The dial spun.

“WHAT? YOU. WANTED. TO. KNOW. TREY. DON’T. LURK. TREY. DON’T. WATCH. THE. LIVING. HAVE. SEX. BUT. YOU. STILL ASK.”

She tried to explain, only, that never worked.

“It was hypothetical, Trey. We know they are having sex. Anyone who is having a private picnic with their fiancé is going to be doing that.”

“WHEN. RAVEN. DOES. IT…,” Trey began, but was cut off when Raven cleared his throat.

“Do you really want to challenge me, Trey? I warded a whole building in Boston from very old gangster ghosts. You won’t be difficult. I don’t even have to try.”

Trey wasn’t happy.

“WORKING. FOR. THEM. HAS. MADE. YOU. A. DOG.”

Bexley laughed as soon as she got it.

“I think he means bitch, my love.”

“A. BIG. ONE. YOU. SUCK. WITCH. DOCTOR. WANNABE.”

Raven tried not to laugh.

Oh, he knew the dead were everywhere, and that was why he had their bedroom warded.

No one was watching him and Bex have sex.

No.

One.

“Well, on that horrifying note,” Tori said, having yet more proof that her brother was a lurker, “We’re going to check on Lucian and Ridge. They’ve been quiet. Maybe they’re still in the static,” she admitted.

It was time to find out.

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