“I’ll tell you how. First, you stole the baby we rightfully took,” Jacque said. “Then you dyed her blue before we could.”
“Wait.” Fane held up a blue hand that he quickly dropped. “You’re telling us you were planning on dying Thia blue?”
Sally shrugged. “It sounded like a good idea, but now that I see her, I realize … it was agreatidea. It’s hilarious. But I bet y’all didn’t even mean to do this, so what happened?”
“Yeah,” Jacque chimed in. “I thought you were going to return her to her rightful owners.”
“We were. But then she projectile vomited all over the place twice, and she stunk. We figured Jen would skin our pelts if we returned her kid in such a state,” Fane explained. “So we brought her here to bathe her.”
“You bathed a newborn?” Jacque asked, looking a little awestruck.
“Yes, and then I dyed her blue,” Fane said.
“I was the one who found the soap … er … what we thought was soap,” Costin said. “It smelled good. All the other bottles stunk. Apparently, it wasn’t soap.”
“Obviously not. So, what’s the plan?” Jacque asked Fane.
“I called my dad and asked him to get in contact with Peri. If anyone can fix this fast, it’s her,” Fane answered.
Jacque pulled out her phone and started texting while speaking to Fane. “Text your dad and tell him to have Peri meet us in Jen and Decebel’s suite. I’m going to tell Jen that you guys took Thia to the Romanian pack mansion to see Alina because you knew Decebel wouldn’t attack Alina.”
“Good plan,” Costin said and looked at Fane. “Why didn’t we think of that?”
“Because she was puking everywhere. There wasn’t much thinking going on, just surviving.”
“From the way Jen’s been acting, I think that’s just par for the course with a newborn,” Sally said.
“Okay, let’s head to their suite,” Jacque said. “Jen just texted back. They’re on their way to the Romanian pack mansion. Oh, she also said, ‘When I get my claws on your mate and his partner, Dimples, I’m going to turn them into pincushions.”
“You guys can probably just ask Decebel how it feels to be a pin cushion if you’re worried. I’m sure that’s a form of foreplay for Jen.” Sally shot her mate a sly smile.
“I think your bestie is a whole heck of a lot kinkier than you guys let on. I bet even blue hands would get her all hot and bothered,” Costin said.
“We only divulge about twenty-five percent of her kink issues,” Sally confirmed. “I’m pretty sure she could make that fifty-shades-of-whatever book look tame.”
“I started to read that,” Costin said and laughed when Jacque’s mouth dropped open. He shrugged. “What? I like to keep things spicy.”
“Why didn’t you finish it?” Jacque asked.
He winked at his mate as he answered. “Because I read it out loud, and I couldn’t get through a page without my blushing mate hollering at me to quit while she covered her ears and sang some song about a rabbit without a tail.”
“You could have just read it silently,” Sally pointed out.
Costin shook his head. “That wouldn’t be any fun.”
“It’s all fun and games until someone gets stuck in a spreader bar because they were trying to be like some character in a book,” Jacque said dryly.
Fane turned to his mate. “I want to be stuck in a spreader bar. How come we never do that?”
“Please, for the love of all gypsies, get me a picture of that,” Sally said and then glanced at her frowning mate. “I just mean for blackmailing purposes.”
“You can take a picture of me in a spreader bar.” Costin growled.
“You want me to blackmail you?” Sally asked, her brow drawing down low.
“If that’s what it takes to get you to try a spreader bar, even if itison me.”
Jacque shuddered. “I need y’all to just stop. Like now.”
