Page 105 of Blind Luck

“What the hell is going on?” Mav yelled.

I felt as if I should try to explain, seeing as nobody else was going to. “So, it’s a long story. There was a loan, except it wasn’t a loan, and a broken arm, and a golf course, andsome ads on the dark web, and then we rescued Selene from her ex because he’s an asshole.”

Mav just stared at me. “You’re crazy. You’re all fuckin’ crazy.”

Okay, perhaps I shouldn’t try to speak while I was asleep.

“Go back to bed,” Sin instructed. “We can talk about this in the morning.”

“The hell we can. This is?—”

Sin gripped Mav’s arm as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. I was too far away to hear the words, but he stopped struggling.

“Bed,” she ordered. “Now.”

“I’m not arguing with her,” Rusty muttered.

Boy, tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.

The five of us sat in a row at the kitchen table, condemned soldiers waiting to die. I’d actually expected Mav to come and yell at us sooner than eight thirty, but so far, there’d been no sign of him.

“You think he’s still alive?” Selene asked nervously. “I have to agree with him on the ‘whack job’ part.”

Oh, definitely. “Maybe she drugged him?”

Ari was sitting closest to the door. “Shh, I hear footsteps.”

Sin slunk in first, said nothing as she put Trooper’s travel carrier down by the door, and strolled to the coffee machine. Then Mav appeared, his hair wet from the shower, barefoot in jeans and a different T-shirt to the one he’d worn yesterday. This one said “Let’s Get Together and Feel All Night.” Rusty scrambledto his feet.

“Buddy, I’m sorry about this. Damn sorry. We’ll clean up. I don’t think anything’s broken, but if it is?—”

Mav cut him off with a hand. “Forget it. We’re good.”

“We are?”

Mav nodded toward Sin. “She explained.”

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry. If I’d known you were coming back early, I’d have rented another house.”

“Like I said, forget it.”

“You want me to find someplace else for tonight?”

“Nah, stay here. It’s only for a couple more days, right?”

“Right.”

I looked at Rusty. Rusty looked at me. Mav’s capitulation was welcome but really freaking strange, seeing as he’d been so furious before. Was Sin the Mav-whisperer or something?

“So, uh, in that case, it’s good to see you, buddy. You get kicked out of Norway early?”

“More like let off the hook. Grandma Anna came up with a schedule for us to distract Katherine from ‘the day happiness stopped and hell took over’—her description, not mine—but the bridesmaids decided to send her on the honeymoon instead.”

Rusty had rehashed the Katherine saga over breakfast, so we all knew just how big of a prick Elias had turned out to be.

Selene gasped. “They sent her on a vacation alone? When she was so sad?”

“No, not alone. But they couldn’t change the name on the airplane ticket, so they put out a call on social media for any man named Elias Bergen and found a replacement.”

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