“Can’t you take a hint?” Nate focused on his pie.
“Six months is long enough to sulk.”
That got his attention.
“After
dealing with legions of undead, a hive-mind violating me, and the rank
invasion of your consciousness in mine, I deserve time off.” His spark
of anger was like coming home to a fire in the hearth.
“You’ve had it.” I slid a file to him. “Uncle Jim called me.”
“Some legend risen to screw up our lives?”
“Nope. Weird weather in a small town.”
He sighed. “Okay. How bad could that be?”
Some questions shouldn’t be asked aloud.
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