Supernatural Born Killers by Casey Daniels

Author:Casey Daniels [Daniels, Casey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯), Speculative Fiction Suspense
ISBN: 9780425251522
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2011-12-31T13:00:00+00:00

“So, they said I was a model prisoner and they saw no problem with me getting out.” Dad divided the last of the bottle of wine between the three of us and sat back against my lumpy couch cushions. He popped a handful of peanuts in his mouth. “I think I’m going to like being on the outside again.”

“I know I’m going to like having you here.” My mom ran a hand up and down his thigh.

He leaned over and gave her a kiss.

It was gross and disgusting to watch them act like lovesick teenagers.

And as cute as can be, too.

Of course, cute or not, there’s only so much any one person can take. I was saved from watching any more of the billing and cooing by a knock on my door.

It matched the one that started up inside my ribs when I remembered that just a few hours earlier, someone had tried to kill me. If that same someone followed me home…And if now, my parents were in danger, too…

My wineglass halfway to my lips, I froze.

“Well, go on, honey.” The bracelets on her wrist jingled when Mom waved me toward the door. “See who it is. The kind of day you’re having, you never know what other surprises might be in store for you!”

She had no idea how right she was.

Or how terrifying that thought was.

Good thing my flannel pants hid the ways my knees knocked. At the door, I thought about grabbing the bat I’d dropped behind the table and decided if I did, Mom and Dad would start asking questions. Besides, there were three of us there. Three Martins. So I might be deluding myself. I took comfort in the thought that we could handle whatever the Universe decided to throw at us.

I yanked the door open.

And breathed a sigh of relief.

It was Quinn.

“I’m interrupting something.”

No doubt he heard the sounds of my mother’s laughter. She was, after all, nuzzling her lips against Dad’s ear and that sort of sound carries. Especially in an apartment as small as mine.

“Interrupting? No, not at all. It’s just…” Yeah, I thought about making up some half-baked excuse and sending him on his way. But let’s face it, this moment was bound to happen. Sooner or later. I might as well get it over with.

I stepped away from the door and used a Vanna-like gesture to point him toward the couch. “My parents,” I said.

Quinn is not easily surprised. Cop, after all. But the way he pursed his lips, I could tell even he wasn’t expecting this.

“Oh, this must be your policeman friend.” My mother jumped off the couch and hurried over to pull Quinn into a hug. “We’ve heard all about you,” she told him.

“You have?”

Quinn was looking at me when he said this.

I was looking at my mom when I said this.

Predictably, she took our collective astonishment in stride. “Not from Penelope,” she told Quinn. At the risk of sounding like I’d fallen under the spell of the

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