Chapter Twenty-Four
Lincoln stood behind Kali, his body close to hers. Not touching, he made sure of that, but close. He smelled it again, cinnamon and coconuts. He breathed it in.
Colours exploded over the harbour. Their brilliance lit up the sky and reflected in the black inkiness below.
“It's a good show this year.” Kali's voice was wistful.
Should he put a hand on her shoulder? “Yeah. It's nice.”
She tilted her head toward him. “Better in Montreal?”
“Yeah.” He let out a little laugh. “Even better in Toronto. I bet Ottawa's best. The Capital and all.”
“Probably.” Kali pushed herself from the sill. “Want another beer?” She turned. “Damn it!”
Lincoln spun. Theo stood in the centre of the room—hands over his ears, tears streaming down his face, terror in his eyes.
Kali rushed to h
