Bringing Down the King by Fiona West

Author:Fiona West
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tempest and Kite
Published: 2021-03-03T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

A WEEK LATER, BROOKE was going over her to do list on Saturday morning.

- Have apartment checked for curses.

- Call Tezza Simonson about protective warding referral

- Replace doorknob

- Catalogue what was taken for police report

- Knit for Christmas

- Pay bills

- Regular cleaning

- Post-break-in cleaning

She’d saved the worst for last, unfortunately; the rest had been taken care of relatively quickly, thanks to Captain Saint’s help. She wasn’t sad when a knock at her door interrupted her procrastination.

“Morning, Everleigh.” Saint, James and Simonson stood at her door with a bucket, empty water balloons, and a baseball bat.

“Hi,” she said, holding back the giant grin that wanted to break through. She’d met the other two men at the birthday party last weekend, so she felt no hesitance in teasing them. “You realize this is doing nothing for my opinion that you’re all just children in grown-up bodies?”

Saint grinned . . . Is he blushing?

“Sadly for you, love,” said James, “all my affections are poured out upon my princess or I’d take it upon myself to change your mind.”

“I’ll try not to consider it a personal tragedy,” Brooke replied.

Saint lowered the volume of his voice. “Any update on the break-in?”

She shook her head. “Based on the symbols and the slurs, they’re Lincoln’s supporters, but beyond that? My building doesn’t have any cameras, and the police said no one saw anything. I’m sure someone did see, but I understand why they don’t want to get involved . . . I don’t blame them. I might have done the same.”

“You? Ms. Do-Right? I don’t think so,” Saint said, a crooked smile on his face.

Brooke blushed. “Why are you here?”

“We’re headed to Bluffton to play water balloon baseball on the big field. We’ve made a few improvements to the game, and we wanted to show Olly.”

At the sound of his name, Olly came running to the front door, his eyes wide.

“Captain!” Upon noticing the bats and the buckets, his voice went up an octave. “Mum, can I go with him? Please? Please please please please . . .”

James and Saint joined in his cajoling.

“Please, Mum? Oh, please? Come on, Mum . . .”

Grinning, she waved her hands for silence from the barrage of whining. Brooke turned to her son. “You were supposed to fold those towels and pick up your room today.”

His face fell, thinking. “Can you wait? I’ll be lightning quick.”

Sam’s voice came through from the back. “At a minimum, you’d have to travel 136,000 miles per hour to manage that. I doubt you’re that fast.”

“I am!” he insisted. “I’m super fast!” He looked up at Saint, his eyes pleading. “Will you wait?”

Saint gave a dramatic sigh that made Brooke smirk. “Military man without his chores done by 10 a.m.? We’ve got some work to do on you, mate. But yes, we’ll wait. Be quick about it.” His eyes came to hers. “May we come in?”

Oh sugar. “Of course.” She staunchly ignored their reaction to the chaos, whatever it might be. Olly tore through the flat, vaulting himself over debris, and disappeared down the hall.

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