She’d noticed that Immy was sitting rather gingerly.
Hmm.
She’d also noticed that Maeve was looking slightly nauseous. What was that about? If she wasn’t well, why had Gray let her out of bed?
Although all the men seemed to have gotten up early to work out in the massive gym. That’s where they were right now while she was holding her Little symposium. Subject matter: Death to the elf traitor.
“Why are we in your closet?” Maeve asked, glancing around in confusion.
“It’s so the evil elf doesn’t find us,” she confessed.
Immy’s eyes grew wide and she sat up straight with a wince. Yep. Someone had definitely gotten her bottom warmed.
“You have an evil elf?” Immy asked.
“You’ve been spanked recently,” Cat accused, pointing at Immy who went bright red.
“Cat, don’t embarrass Immy. But, yeah, you have, right?”
“Yes, but it wasn’t my fault!” Immy cried.
“It’s never our fault,” Cat informed her.
Maeve just looked more ill.
“Maeve? Are you . . .” Cat trailed off as Maeve rushed through the closet and into the bathroom. The bathroom door slammed shut behind her, but Cat could easily hear that she was vomiting.
“Oh no,” Immy said worriedly as they both stood on the other side of the door. “She doesn’t sound good. Should we go in there? Should I go get Jenner? What do we do?”
“Don’t worry, Maeve. We’ll go get your Daddy or my Papi,” Cat told her. That’s who she’d want if she wasn’t feeling well.
“No, don’t!” Maeve cried, surprising her.
Cat shared a look with Immy. “Don’t?”
“No, don’t, I’m . . . um. I’m fine now. Must have been something I ate.”
Uh-huh. Sure.
Cat winced as she heard Maeve throw up again. Immy rocked her weight from side to side.
“What about someone else? You want Sampson? Jenner? Abe?” Immy asked.
“No one! Please.”
“Are you sure you’re not lying to us?” Cat asked as she vomited again.
“I don’t know,” Maeve said miserably.
As soon as Cat heard the toilet flush, she opened the door and marched in.
“Cat, we shouldn’t go in,” Immy told her. “Bathroom time is private time.”
“Not between friends.” Cat sighed as she took in Maeve.
She looked utterly miserable sitting on the floor, pale and shaky.
Cat grabbed a cloth and wet it before crouching to wipe Maeve’s face. “What’s going on?”
