Elliot shrugged, thoughtful. “It’s possible. Something we can suggest to those explosives experts when we get back home. Lilah might get a kick out of working on a project like that.” He half-smiled, thinking fondly of the nicer Stone twin. “After having those infected dogs around, a little zombie-free living would be nice.” There were far too many infected animals in Ossining for his liking.
He snorted when she pointed out that they were living like rich people in this beach house. “That’s true. A big beach house we share with five other people, plus a dog.” He grinned. “Sounds kinda like a concept for one of those old reality shows, doesn’t it? Seven people and a dog living in one big beach house. How long can they live together before killing one another?” Maybe it wasn’t quite as funny when put like that, but oh well. Elliot raised his brows when Rae called their baby a girl. “Little One should definitely have his chance to enjoy something like this.”
“Showers, laundry room, ovens, working cars, a lot better medical equipment…” He added on to her list. Elliot’s eyes found hers when she said that they, as a couple, had also come a long way. “We have, haven’t we? Hard to believe we’ve only been together since Christmas.”
“Yeah, but she didn’t play, so the fact that we won is the only thing that matters.” He wasn’t happy at all with the way Leah was pointedly ignoring the rest of them.
He nodded, though he, too, didn’t mention how much time David had been spending with Ellie. He truly was glad his brother had found someone to bond with, but… the older brother instinct wasn’t fond of the idea of his brother moving on so quickly after what happened with Allie.
His gaze followed Rae’s to the swell of her stomach and he smiled, lightly brushing his fingers over the bump. “Curse our luck,” he teased gently. “Guess I’ll just have to keep censoring myself. Wouldn’t want to be a bad influence on the little one this early on.”