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“Oh, shit!” Trevor whispered, throwing a panicked look at his wife to make sure that she was still sleeping only to find Shadow and Cujo watching him, looking bored as they took over his side of the bed while Kisses, and god did he hate that fucking name, was running around the bed, tongue hanging out, and tail wagging frantically as he tried to lure the other two dogs into playing with him.
Praying that he’d make it, he threw a panicked look at the bedroom door to find his children standing there, gesturing wildly for him to move his ass and get out of there before Zoe woke up and realized what they were doing. He moved to take a step towards them only to have Jessica throw up her hands and mouth, “Stop!”
He did.
Instantly.
“I don’t think this is such a good idea,” Johnny said, looking like he was going to be sick as he leaned out the window.
Chuckling, Sebastian adjusted his bag over his shoulder and quickly made his way to the edge of the roof. “It will be fine,” he promised, stopping at the edge to double-check that he’d grabbed the money.
“Why don’t you just ask Dad to help?” his twin suggested.
“Because then he wouldn’t let me pay for it,” he pointed out, again, wondering why he had to explain this when they both knew what would happen.
Their father would make a different suggestion until he wore him down and then he’d bring them to get their mother’s gift, pull out his wallet and pay for it. When he was little it was fine, but he was older now and he’d been saving for this for a long time now.
But this time, it was going to be different.
From Delectable........
Adults only!!!
“I’m starving,” the naked woman currently draped over him grumbled, reminding him that they hadn’t had a chance to eat last night.
“Me, too,” he said, struggling to find the energy to get up and do something about it.
Nine times, he thought with a smile before frowning.
Or was it ten?
Deciding that it didn’t matter, he reached over and grabbed her cellphone off the nightstand and checked the time. It was after eight o’clock in the morning, he was starving, exhausted, and more than okay with passing out and sleeping away the rest of the day, but the demanding woman on his back was apparently having none of that.
“What time is it?” the woman tangled up in his arms mumbled into his chest.
“No clue,” he said, refusing to open his eyes and find out that this whole thing had been nothing more than a dream.
A refreshing, soul-mending, blissful dream where he got to hold the woman that he wanted more than his next breath in his arms and-
“Oh, hell,” he groaned when she suddenly turned in his arms and pressed her wiggling bottom against him, drawing a surprised hiss from him as his arm tightened around her, praying that she stopped all that wiggling that had him grinding his jaw as she settled in to get more comfortable.
“Are you done yet?” he asked through a clenched jaw as he struggled to ignore just how good she felt in his arms.
“How many bags does that make?” Jason asked even as he stared down at the massive amount of empty plastic Easter eggs that needed to be filled for the Fire Department’s annual Easter egg hunt.
“Thirty-five bags,” Jodi, his cousin by marriage, mumbled from where she lay, curled up on the couch across from him with her hand resting on the large swell of her stomach.
“That’s what you said an hour ago,” Danny said, glaring down at his wife even as he reached over and covered her hand with his own.
“It would probably be easier to figure out how many bags are left,” Zoe pointed out from the other side of the room where she was playing with Darrin and Marybeth’s triplets.
“Probably,” Haley agreed absently from where she sat next to him, grading papers and absently devouring another large bowl of grapes.
“So, where should we start?” Sara asked as they stood there, holding the rusty hammers that she’d managed to find yesterday when she’d rummaged through the garage looking for anything that they could use today.
“The cabinets?” she suggested, because they seemed like the easiest place to start.
“Sounds good,” Sara said, nodding as she pulled her sunglasses on and raised her hammer, clearly ready to commence with the destruction of Kasey’s ugly kitchen only to hesitate. “Maybe we should empty them first?”
“That’s probably a good idea,” Kasey agreed, chewing on her bottom lip as she glanced from the top cabinets filled with dishes and bowls to the kitchen sink.
Since she kept her cleaning supplies in the small “pantry” the small cabinet beneath the sink was empty. Deciding that was the place to start, she gestured towards the sink. “That’s empty.”
Nodding, Sara said, “The sink it is.”
And with that the two of them took up positions in front of the sink, assumed positions of destruction, and with a nod, they both swung. Sara’s swing resulted in the rusty hammer breaking in two upon impact and Kasey’s wild swing-
“Oh, shit!”
Prologue
Clearwater, Florida
Twelve years ago…
“I really think that we should talk about this,” Kelsey said even as she had to berate herself for not putting the thirty-second head start they’d given her to good use and found a better hiding spot than the top of an old metal cabinet.
“There’s nothing to talk about!” Jamie, the normally sweet girl who always let Kelsey sit at her table, snapped a bit angrily as she jumped and made another mad grab for her, which only confirmed Kelsey’s suspicions that she was going to die this very day.
“Death by seniors,” she mumbled miserably with a pathetic sigh as she took in the large group shoving each other out of the way in an attempt to get their hands on her first. If they’d only worked together, she thought with another sigh even as she decided that it was probably for the best if she didn’t point that out.

“We can talk about this!” she said, knowing that she was yelling, but she really couldn’t help herself, not when she was this freaked out!
He didn’t say anything as he placed her in the tent and that was probably for the best, she decided, ready to tell herself whatever she needed to hear at the moment in order to get through this.
“What would you like to talk about, Dani?” he asked as he flipped her over onto her back.
“Stuff?” she said absently as she watched him slowly untie her boots one by one and pull them off, all while those glimmering red eyes of his watched her.
“Stuff,” he repeated softly as he pulled her socks off.
“Yes, stuff!” she said a bit hysterically, because she was honestly a little freaked out here.
They had a system!
I'm going to release a sneak peek tonight and publish the Chronicle this week. Tried writing this one, but I spent the weekend being sick with the kids so I am going to call it a night and finish it this week.
Sorry about the delay. I hope this somewhat makes up for it :)
(I am 99% I haven't shared this with you, but if I have let me know and I can find something else)
“Go away,” Zoe mumbled into her pillow as the bastard that she never should have married ran his fingers over her side, tickling her and once again stopping her from going back to sleep.
“Don’t you love me anymore?” Trevor asked, sounding like he was pouting as he continued to tickle her ribs.
“No!” she shouted with a sob as she rolled over onto her side and curled into a ball.
“But, baby, I wuv you so much!” the sick bastard said in a syrupy sweet voice as he curled his large, and most importantly, warm body around hers.