Page 71 of Coup De Grâce
“Three hours,” Thumper said. “I need some real coffee, and before we go anywhere, we need some weapons that don’t consist of knives hidden in umbrellas.”
Kavanaugh’s face morphed into a twisted grin. “Oh, I think we’ve got you covered.”
23
QUINN
I slammedthe door to the cab, slinging my pack over my shoulder. I was hot and sticky, but most of all, pissed off. My ride had never shown up, which I always assumed I could count on my husband to ensure he would be there waiting for me at the airport.
Apparently, that wasn’t really a thing. Not when there were other things that were more important, though I couldn’t think of a damn thing that was more important than his wife.
I entered the code to the building and strode inside, staring at the empty space. “Oh, thank you so much. It’s good to be home,” I said to no one. “Yes, the trip was good, but that’s not important right now. How are you?”
Scoffing, I made my way to the elevator, still grumbling to myself as I stepped on. “Sure. It was a great trip. We discovered absolutely nothing. Volcanoes still erupt and lava is still hot. But thank you for asking.”
“Are you talking to yourself?”
I looked up at the camera in the corner of the elevator and flipped off Rae. “You would be too if you came home to no one waiting for you.”
“Ah, he forgot to pick you up. Well, you can’t be too hard on him. We’re in crisis mode right now.”
“Oh, sure,” I nodded, disbelievingly. “But then again, you’re always in crisis mode. And I’m only his wife, after all.”
“See? I knew you would understand.”
I flipped her off again, sighing tiredly when the doors opened and I stepped off. Everyone was running around like crazy, arguing about shit I didn’t know or care about. All I wanted was a hot shower and some food.
I tossed my bag on the ground and headed for the kitchen, in desperate need of some caffeine. If I was going to make it through the day, I was going to need a pick-me-up.
Harper spun around from where her face was buried in the fridge. Her large belly protruded with her impending child of doom. If there was one thing I really didn’t like, it was other people’s kids, which wasn’t all that surprising since I didn’t like other people in general. It was strange how I had gone from a people-pleasing idiot to avoiding all human interaction wherever I could.
“Hey!” Harper grinned, her face stuffed with cake. “This is so good. I think it was supposed to be for a surprise or something, but…” She swallowed the cake and groaned. “Never leave food out around a pregnant woman.”
I glanced around her at the cake, noting how she’d pried the lid off. “I’m pretty sure that wasn’t supposed to be opened yet.”
She shrugged, stuffing her face once again. “Probably not. How was the trip?”
“Ugh,” I grumbled, sinking down into a chair. “Same old, same old. It was good, up until Scottie called me home and then forgot to show up at the airport.”
“Mmm! Yeah, gee was off fwying duh plane.”
I smirked at her attempt to talk, then shoved out of my seat, remembering my mission for coffee. “So, why did I get called back here? Did someone die?”
“No, but Cash killed someone. Well, they said he did. Haven’t you been watching the news?” she asked, licking the frosting from her fingers.
“I’m afraid there’s no time for the news when you’re in the field.”
“Well, apparently, he killed some president.”
My head snapped up at that. “Ourpresident? As in the President of the United States?”
“No, some guy overseas.”
“Which country?”
She rolled her eyes as she slumped down in her seat as gracefully as she could. “Seriously? You expect me to remember that? Is it not enough that I remembered he shot someone?”
I rolled my eyes. “Daydreaming getting in the way again?”
