Chapter Nineteen
“The summer solstice occurs next week,” I began.
The queens nodded and hmm’d at my words, not giving me their full attention. Skye was busy watching the asses of men walking by. As always, she ignored the pert, high asses of the coeds on the streets of Mexico and instead glued her gaze to the silver-haired foxes who strolled by.
On the other end of the table, Skully nipped at Diaz’s ear and chin. She’s the one that hmm’d, but I don’t think that was in acknowledgment of my statement about the eclipse. I was certain the next part would get their attention.
I looked to Tres at my side. He shrugged and took a swig of his beer. Okay, I’d get straight to the point then.
“I need to get permission to dig up a Native American burial mound,” I said.
That got a reaction. Skye’s
