Maeve was sitting on a crate. She was looking a lot better. Immy had grabbed her a Gatorade from the fridge, and she’dsipped on that. But they’d decided to head out of the house so Gray didn’t see her looking so pale and wan.
Immy still thought they should tell Gray. What if Maeve was pregnant? That would be amazing!
And what if she wasn’t pregnant and was actually sick? Then they needed a doctor.
She really didn’t see how sledding was going to help.
Well, other than the fact that it sounded like lots of fun.
She helped Cat pull it toward the entrance of the barn.
“I cannot believe that Papi wouldn’t let us go into town. It’s like he thinks we are up to no good!” Cat grumbled.
“Um, we are up to no good,” Maeve pointed out.
“Yes, but he didn’t know that for sure,” Cat said. “We could have been up to plenty of good. All he said was no. And Gray did too. Pretty sure Tobias and Jenner would have said yes. They’re far more reasonable.”
Hmm. Immy wasn’t so sure about that. She remembered the spanking that Tobias gave her before they left to come here.
They weren’t that reasonable.
Still, compared to Gray and Alejandro maybe they were.
“Come on, let’s go,” Cat said. “I need to think. And I think better when I’m sledding.”
“Maeve, do you want to come?” Immy asked, stopping by her friend and crouching down.
“Yes, but I think I’ll just watch. Don’t want to chance anything. Just in case.”
Immy nodded. That was smart.
They headed out of the barn.
“Catarina, what are you up to?” Rafael asked.
Immy let out a squeal of shock and she felt Maeve jump beside her as they turned to see Rafael and the Scot standing there. But Cat just sighed and continued to tug the sled along. “We’re going sledding. You can come if you want.”
“That’s good, since we weren’t looking for an invitation, Little Queen,” the Scot replied with a grin. He ran his gaze over them all. “Hats. Scarves. Gloves. Good, you’re all rugged up.”
Immy was. She had on a white puffy snowsuit, white gloves with red pom poms and matching scarf and hat. She looked adorable, if she did say so herself.
Maeve had a dark purple jacket and matching gloves, scarf and hat. While Cat was . . . in black. She thought that might have more to do with her dark mood than anything.
Cat huffed as they walked past all of their outdoor decorations. There were six large deer pulling a sled with Santa sitting in it. At night, they all lit up. And some of the trees had been decorated with twinkling lights.
“Here,” Cat said. “You guys can do the sled pulling.”
Rafael huffed out a breath, crossing his arms over his chest but the Scot grabbed the sled.
“You’re in such trouble, you know,” the Scot told Cat.
“Me? I didn’t do anything!”
Rafael snorted.
“I didn’t! I’m innocent.”
“You are never innocent,” Rafael told her. “You’re always in trouble.”
