“Everyone,” the actor began, “meet Annika. She’s the newest member of the L.A. bunch here.”
Everyone said hi. Some applauded. Annika just blushed as she offered the assembled throng a little wave.
“Annika,” Stryker said, “we have some friends here all the way from Mountainville, down in Texas.”
“Seriously? That’s awesome!” Annika said.
“You know about Mountainville?” Stryker asked.
“Yep! I think every Little knows about that place! I’ve always dreamed of going,” she replied.
“Well, you just come on down, honey. We have plenty of room for you,” a pretty, matronly woman with dark shoulder-length hair told her.
“I’ll start with her,” Harrison said. “That’s Nancy. And her husband and Little next to her, is Eli.”
A trim man of average height, probably in his mid-forties, smiled and waved. He had big brown eyes, a pleasant but mischievous smile, and a laid-back nature. He wore shortalls with a pacifier clipped to one of the straps.
Clearly, he was a Little.
And the way Nancy had spoken to Annika told her she was a Mommy.
“Nice meeting you both,” Annika told them.
“Eli has become quite famous with his prank videos,” Harrison said. “He can get into trouble with the best of ‘em. And we need some trouble for this plan.”
Everyone laughed.
“Happy to help,” Eli said. “And happy to meet you, Annika.”
“And here we have Stella and her Daddy, Dax.”
Stella was a tall woman with dark hair and olive skin. Her Daddy was a tall, strapping cowboy with broad shoulders, a square jaw, and dark hair. In his lap was a black Stetson.
“Stella can hack,” Stryker explained. “So she’s here to back you up.”
Annika smiled at them.
“Next, we have Katie and Bradley,” Stryker continued.
Katie was a gorgeous, blond-haired, full-figured woman. Based on the babydoll dress and diaper she wore, she too was a Little. The man with her had mostly silver hair—though some dark blonde still shone through—and silver stubble shading his angular jaw.
“And last but not least, we have Leah and her Daddy, Flint.”
The woman with auburn curls waved. “Nice to make your acquaintance,” she said in a British accent.
“Good meeting you,” the handsome man next to her said with a Texas drawl.
“Nice meeting you all, too,” Annika said.
“Wait for us!”
Everyone turned to see a cute, full-figured woman skip in, her short dress flapping up to expose her bulky nappy. Behind her, a giant, muscular rock of a man strode.
Annika recognized him as Grant Baker—the famous actor! Everyone around the globe probably recognized him.
“We could never forget you,” Harrison said. “Y’all know Grant and Sadie, right?”
Annika was still in shock. Meeting Harrison Trent had been crazy enough! But now Grant Baker too? This was all too much!
