“First, you let him spoon you, and now you compliment him? I’m not sharing Torin with you, Mickey,” I teasingly threaten.
“First off, you’re mistaken, I was spooningyou.Second, I found him first,” Mickey retorts.
“You thought he was dead and were going to reanimate him for… who knows what,” I say as I make sure he sees my grimace.
Mickey gasps. “I was not going to bang him! I made a rule for myself after I brought a woman back to life when I was sixteenand asked her if I could touch her boobs that I would never fondle another dead person.”
“We’ve allowed him in our lives… willingly,” I remind Torin, who looks a little concerned.
“She let me touch them, in case you guys are curious. She was just fartoointo it, so I got scared and hid from her in my bathroom until I remembered that I could just unalive her,” Mickey says. “Joy, I need food to help me recover from this memory. Torin, what would you like?”
“Lobster,” Torin says.
“I don’t think there are any drive-through lobster places. How about Chinese food?”
“Have I had Chinese food?” Torin asks me.
“I… don’t think you have,” I realize. “How have I not fed you Chinese food?”
“I’ll grab something for Lt. Stick-Up-Her-Ass too,” Mickey says. “Maybe it’ll make her a little less angry.”
“Is that what you guys call a surname?” Torin asks.
“Yes, that’s her surname,” Mickey says.
Torin nods approvingly. “Riley likes it when my stick is up his?—”
I quickly exit the house and get into the car with Joy as Mickey cackles and calls the restaurant.
“The lady who answered barked at me that it’d be ten minutes. She gets off on belittling people. I bet she and Lt. Lindsey would be hot together… although I also get off on belittling people,” Mickey says.
“I’ve only ever seen you aroused by the idea of sleep,” Torin reminds him.
Mickey shrugs. “It’s a hard existence living my life. Exhausting, really.”
“Well, you can sleep until we get there,” Torin says.
“Someone should let me sleep on their lap. I get scared when I don’t have a solid lap of masculine thighs to sleep on.”
“You can sleep on Riley,” Torin suggests, and I gawk at him. Like when the hell did I become Mickey’s pillow?
“It’s either you or Torin, Riley. Hurry now. Get into position.”
“Or you could just lean against the door like a normal person,” I say as Torin gets into the front seat and Mickey pins me down in the back seat with my seat belt. He seems pleased when he lies down on me.
“You really could try a bit harder to be more comfortable,” he says.
“I bet if he turned into a unicorn he’d be very comfortable,” Torin comments.
“You’re both shitheads,” I inform them.
“Hey, Torin… you jelly?” Mickey asks while he pets my leg.
“The look on Riley’s face assures me there’s nothing to be jealous about,” Torin says with a huge smile.
Mickey grumbles as he squeezes my leg. “I hate how cute you two are together. It sickens me.” And then he falls asleep just that damn fast. I assumed he’d actually get up after he was done harassing me, but I should have known better. My finger hovers over the third notch in my pendant, considering the fun I’d have slipping a shard of ice under his shirt, but I sigh and leave him to sleep in peace.
Chapter Seven
