Thunder rattled the walls of the longhouse, startling Bob awake. The clock said he still had two hours until White Eddy started. Bob hadn’t planned on a storm and doubted White Eddy was ready for one, either.
His getting up, unlike the thunder, woke Bree and Magic, both of whom napped on the floor next to his bed.
He sighed; black eyes showed the two had been fighting again. Damn, he was going to have to give up Magic. Her massages were not worth the trouble she continued to cause. Maybe he should have kept one of those college sluts for himself. Or better yet, bring up that cute brown Aztec slut the Red Baron sent him.
The same cheery guard as before greeted him as he opened the door. “Sounds like a bad storm.”
Bob grunted. Thunder again rattled the building. “See that someone finds me a rain poncho for when I need to head to the Gorgon.”
The guard’s voice, still annoyingly cheerful, said, “Taken care of. The captain has put two cases of them by the front door.”