Chapter Fourteen
I quickly rewound the tape and tried several dozen times to zoom in on whatever it was Arch had given her, but it was masked by their hands as it passed between them. It was so frustrating. I put a few choice expletives out into the universe loudly enough to wake Leah, who ended up knocking over the popcorn bowl I had removed from her slumbering clutches.
“Crap.” She squinted, frowning as she tried to focus. “Did you drink all the margaritas, or what?”
I laughed so hard I snorted. “Wrong dream, Sunshine. No margaritas here.”
Leah grumbled, throwing pillows, stray popcorn kernels, a few gummy bears and at least one Sour Patch Kid as she attempted to reposition herself on the couch.
After I managed to contain myself, I added, “Sorry, I interrupted your nap, but now that
