Viking swore when he dropped the box of gloves, swore again when he bashed his elbow on the table on his way down to pick it up.
“f**k,” he muttered. “f**k, f**k, fuck.”
“What’s happening over there, big guy?” Saint asked him from a safe distance across the room as Arrow looked on with a puzzled expression. “You suddenly forget every word in the dictionary except ‘f**k’?”
“f**k off,” Viking growled.
“Good to see that you remember two words,” Saint said brightly. “I’ll stop worrying about you then.”
“Well, I won’t,” Zoe said tartly. “You’ve been in a foul mood all morning, Viking. What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing.”
“Well, you and your ‘f**k’ and ‘nothing’ can get yourselves to the storage room and do the inventory,” Zoe told him. “Come back out when you can have a civil tongue in
