“Thom, Marin’s coming this way.”
Thom Ambrose straightened and turned toward the gate at Matt’s warning, his brows knitting. “What’s wrong, Mar?”
Too pale. He didn’t say anything about that as she marched up to him, Neve trailing a step behind.
“What the hell are you guys doing out here?” Marin asked. “We heard explosions. If we hadn’t heard the lot of you laughing, we might have actually thought something was wrong.”
Thom winced at the censure in his wife’s voice. They probably had thought something was wrong.
I guess maybe we should have given them a heads-up about what we were going to be doing out here today before we got started. Well, too late now. “Well, Davon and Cameron finally figured out the right mix for the power,” he said. “We came out here to test. It’ll be useful for blasting stumps and excavating foundations.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, crossing her arms and looking over the group of men clustered outside their settlement’s walls. “Did you bother to warn anyone before you started this little test run.”
Matt grimaced. “Sorry about that, sis. We were just excited that they’d figured it out. They’ve been working on it for weeks.”
“We’re aware of that,” Neve said, her tone as dry as a desert. “The problem is that no one said anything before you started testing. Explosions outside the walls tend to mean we’re under attack. You’re lucky we didn’t start raising all kind of alarm.”
Marin snorted. “We’re lucky no one else has—that we know of, anyhow.”
Should have thought of that. He glanced sidelong at Cameron, who shrugged.
“I let Seamus know. I’m sure he’s keeping everyone settled.”
“Nice of him to tell someone else,” Neve said, looking even more annoyed. Thom shook his head.
Way to throw him under a bus, Cam. Now she’s going to be angry with her brother, too, on top of the two of them being angry at us.
There was nothing for it, though. What was done was done, and none of them could change the past.
