“Three.”
I panned the flashlight toward the hallway where the electrical panel was located. “Congratulations, Brooke. You have successfully escalated from a mechanical failure to a full-blown electrical hostage situation. You overloaded the entire phase.”
The lights flickered back on.
As I walked back into the living room, I unplugged four of the space heaters and two of the warming trays, throwing the thick cords onto the floor.
He was grinning from ear to ear.
“I have to be completely honest,” Declan announced to the room. “This is, without a doubt, the most entertaining networking visit I have experienced all year.”
Her face brightened. She practically skipped toward him. “Really? You mean that?”
“Absolutely. The chaos here is incredibly authentic.”
“I knew it!” Brooke beamed. “I knew you would feel the unique energy of this space.”
“Brooke,” Kyle muttered from the kitchen doorway, holding a block of expensive cheese. “The literal energy of this space just committed suicide.”
