“I have to keep you on your toes, old man. I can’t have you getting bored, or boring me, for that matter. Consider my mischief as a gift to you.”Her voice was full of mirth, which caused him to smile, despite the topic.
“Maybe you could be a little less generous with your gifting in this area,”he suggested.
“And maybe you should hold your breath until that happens. Love you. See you later.”She slipped out of his mind before he could respond. Jennifer knew he hated when she did that.
Wondering what his mate would come up with in order to “keep him on his toes,” he headed to the training yard where he knew he’d find the majority of the pack.
“While the boysare otherwise engaged with Vasile, I need to talk to you two,” Sally said as she met Jen and Jacque in the hall just outside her suite. Jen was holding a cooing Thia, and Jacque held Slate, who was sleeping peacefully. “Titus is inside playing. Can we go in here and talk?”
“Lead the way, Sally-Sue,” Jen said as she poked Thia’s nose and smiled when the little beauty giggled. “Is it just me or is my kid the cutest?”
“Every parent thinks their kid is the cutest,” Jacque pointed out.
“What if their kid is butt ugly?” Jen asked.
Sally shut the door behind them as she laughed. “Parents are blind to butt ugly when it’s their own child. I mean, could you ever think Thia was ugly?”
Jen looked appalled. “Of course not, because she isn’t. I mean look at that bone structure and those perfect lips. Women pay thousands for lips like those.”
Jacque sighed, taking a seat on the couch. She smiled down at Titus, who was playing with some toy cars on the coffee table. “Hi, Titus,” she said.
“Hi, Aunt Jacque,” he said and then looked over to Jen. “Thiaispretty,” he told her.
Jen winked at him. “See, Titus is a genius, and if he says my daughter is pretty then it’s true.”
“Okay, as of right now you have the most beautiful little girl. But only until Jacque or I or someone else has a girl in the pack. Then we’ll have to compare them,” Sally said.
Jen snorted. “Please. As if there would be any sort of competition.”
“Alright, as fascinating and no doubt life changing as this conversation is, could we please get to what Sally wanted to talk about?”
“As soon as the males are done with their meeting they will come hunt us down like the dogs they are,” Jacque said.
"Don't you mean they would hunt us down like the dogs we are?" Jen asked.
Jacque frowned. "No. That doesn't make sense. They'd be hunting us, like a dog hunts its prey."
Jen pursed her lips. "Then why do people say 'hunt you like a dog'?"
"Who is 'they'? Who are these random people that you claim to get info from?" Sally asked.
Jen spread her arms out wide. "They, them, everyone. I mean, seriously, haven't you heard someone say 'hunt you down like the dog you are?'”
"Hmm, no, no, I can't say that I've had they, them, everyone say that to me," Jacque answered.
Jen frowned at her two best friends. "I swear, y'all have some boring brass lives. Random people talk to me all the time."
"The voices in your head don't count as random people, Jen," Sally said dryly. "And what is boring brass exactly?"
"It's sort of like boring ass, but without me saying ass, because of the little ears."
"But you just said ass," Jacque pointed out.
"Yeah, well so did you. Way to be that positive influence that our youths need, Red." Jen clapped her hands, which in turn made Thia clap hers.
"You could just say a boring donkey, Aunt Jen," Titus piped in. "A donkey is an ass. But that's not the same thing as a mule. A mule is the baby of an ass and a horse."
"And there you have it people." Jen laughed. "Tomorrow's leaders already know the difference between who's an ass and who isn't."
