“So, Miss Devon, what’s Zave like in the sack?”
This was Zara’s first question when Bess brought the coffee pot over to the kitchen island they were seated around. Bess clucked at her. “Devon is shy, Zara, don’t you get your sass all over her.”
Zara laughed and stood on the crossbar of her stool to take a cookie from the tray that Bess had put out before the coffee.
“He’s dynamite, how’s Brodie?” Devon said in a hurry.
Bess’ mouth dropped open, but the other women whooped and Kadie laughed. Devon had been introduced to Swift’s woman as they were sitting down. It turned out that unknown guy at the table was Tucker Holt, also known as Swift, the Kindred computer genius.
“That tells you, Bessie,” Zara said. “Something weird happens to a woman when she joins the Kindred. I’m sure it’s the
