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“You’re welcome to look around,” Allery said, then pointed at Lucas. “Take him with you. Grady can go where he wants—we’ll see each other in Hell, we have reserved seats. But you? You watch your step.”
Grady snorted. “Careful, Allery, that sounded like a proposal.”
“First Seb, now Tia,” Quinn said. “An in-demand bachelor you are. Mal better watch out, or you’ll be swept off your feet by someone else.”
“So many great choices. However will I choose just one?” Grady said sarcastically.
“Why choose?” Allery said as she continued taking the samples she needed. “Just take ’em all. You only live once. Take your clothes off as often as you can without getting arrested.” She looked up briefly, winking at them. “Or get arrested. I won’t judge. Just remember, I can get access to your mug shots. They’ll be blown up and put on my living room wall.”
“You need a hobby,” Grady muttered.
“That’s not a hobby?”
“Abetterfucking hobby. Christ.”
“Be nice,” Quinn warned him. If Grady was too much of an asshole, Allery could make their lives difficult by putting their autopsy at the bottom of a very-fucking-long list. And neither of them had the patience for that.
“Time for your apartment tour?” Lucas asked brightly.
“There’s something wrong with you,” Grady said. “It’s illegal to be this perky at buttfuck o’clock in the morning.” He turned to Quinn. “That’s an arrestable offence, right?”
“I… don’t think so? We can look it up when we get back to the station.” If only so he could watch the fireworks spark when Lucas’s husband, Tyler, came into the station spitting mad.
Lucas took them through to the bedroom. “So…” he said, trailing off in a way that Quinn knew meant something he wasn’t going to like was about to come out. He’d been to enough dinners with the Sinclair clan to be acutely aware of Lucas and his tendency to say things for dramatic effect. “I heard that Peyton was banging three hotties. Know anything about that?”
Quinn slipped and almost fell. “Why would I know about that?” He had no idea if they were at the “telling the whole family” portion of their relationship yet. The last thing he wanted was the hoard of Sinclairs hunting him down for defiling their baby brother.
Would Sebastian defend him in court if they tried to get him put away for it? Would he beallowedto? Quinn hoped so. He had more at stake if Quinn were locked up. Conjugal visits weren’t permitted in New South Wales. Maybe he could negotiate a Victorian prison? Though Sebastian had helped with the defiling.
If they were both in jail, they didn’t need conjugal visits. Well, no. That wasn’t true. Poor William. Would Will go with them? He doubted there was a court in the world that could meet Will and convict him of anything.
“One of them has to be Will,” Lucas said, shrugging. “Who we thought he was already dating—jury is still out on that because if they think they’re fooling anyone into thinking they aren’t completely in love, then my brother is more of an idiot than I thought—and so there are two more mysteries.”
“Are there?” Grady drawled gleefully. “How about I—”
“How about you look around and shut up?” Quinn interrupted.
“Itisyou!” Lucas said with an “aha!” face as he pointed frantically at Quinn.
Quinn was glad that firefighters didn’t get armed with guns. Lucas had zero filter or impulse control.
“It makes sense. He’s been gaga over you for years.”
Grady cackled, and Quinn shot him a quelling look. If he didn’t butt the fuck out of the conversation, Quinn was going to give Gideon—the bane of Grady’s existence and a fellow detective at their precinct—dozens of bags of marshmallows. Gideon would use that power for evil, and it would all be focused on Grady.
“Peyton’s sex life is none of your business.”
“That’s not a no. Who’s the other one?” Lucas mused, uncaring of the fact that Quinn hadn’t confirmed anything. Quinn expected no less. Lucas was a chaos gremlin of the highest order. Their lord and master.
“Lawyer,” Grady said absently. He opened the drawer of the bedside table. The handle fell off, but it was open enough that Grady used his fingers to open it the rest of the way. The structural integrity wasn’t great, but it still functioned… somewhat.
“Lawyer?” Lucas said in surprise. “That sounds way too tame for my brother.”
“Bloodsucking vermin, to be exact,” Grady corrected himself.
“Ooh, burn,” Lucas said. “Though I guess if you’re into vampires, then that could be hot. I had a crush on Dracula when I was a kid.”
“Of course you did,” Grady said.
