One for Sorrow: the Veil Series, #5.5
“I arched an eyebrow at Ryder as he slipped onto the barstool beside me. He shivered and pulled his jacket tighter around him, muttering something about balls and ice. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. “Well…” I raised my glass and wet my lips with whiskey. “My family’s idea of Thanksgiving and Christmas involves spit-roasting half bloods on an open fire.”
He snorted a laugh. “The netherworld doesn’t do warm and fuzzy, huh?”
“I didn’t think you did either.”
He signaled the bartender, o...rdered a drink then angled sideways on the stool and appraised me in that oh-so-dry way he has. “I do holiday cheer. Mostly it involves the range and some fifty-caliber rounds.”
I chinked my glass against his beer bottle. “Nice.” If his settling shuffle was anything to go by, he was apparently staying. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
“Nope.”
“C’mon.MoreLess
He snorted a laugh. “The netherworld doesn’t do warm and fuzzy, huh?”
“I didn’t think you did either.”
He signaled the bartender, o...rdered a drink then angled sideways on the stool and appraised me in that oh-so-dry way he has. “I do holiday cheer. Mostly it involves the range and some fifty-caliber rounds.”
I chinked my glass against his beer bottle. “Nice.” If his settling shuffle was anything to go by, he was apparently staying. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
“Nope.”
“C’mon.MoreLess
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