Damon has left the conversation.
Miller:Get him back, Brody.
Brody:Say ‘Brody, you are magnificent. The smartest of the Bragg brothers bunch. I am in awe of you.’
Miller:Don’t make me come to your house and punch you.
Brody:Don’t make me tell your fiancée you threatened me with physical violence.
Miller:Eden will understand.
Peace:Let me know when I need to show up to arrest you.
Riley:Having a cop for a brother is not nearly as much fun as I thought it would be.
Brody:Because he’s a fuddy duddy of the highest order.
Riley:We should make him a medal.
Elder:What happens when a fuddy-duddy uses a computer? Nothing because all computers come with anti fuddy-duddy shields.
Miller:I’ve got shit to do.
Miller has left the conversation.
Peace:I’m with Miller.
Elder:Said no one ever.
Peace has left the conversation.
Elder:Do we need to do something about Damon?
Riley:He’s being an idiot thinking he’s the same as Dad.
Brody:Why does this sound familiar?
Riley:Not fair. I figured my shit out.
Elder:I guess we assume Damon will figure his shit out as well.
Brody:It’s going to be one hell of a truth or punch.
Riley:When are we going to stop playing that childish game?
Elder:As long as one of us is still capable of screwing up, we’ll be playing the game.
Brody:I guess we’ll be playing forever.
Chapter 8
You could have warned me there are five crazy old ladies running around Winter Falls. ~ Message from Damon to the Bragg brothers
Damon
“This is our house?” Skye’s gaze ping pongs around the room.
I may have gone overboard with our new house in Winter Falls. In San Diego, I had a small two-bedroom ranch, whereas this house is a massive two-story colonial. It has more room than Skye and I need, but when my daughter saw the house online, she got excited about the princess house. So, now we’re living in a princess house.