I smile back, almost missing the fact that the balloons are moving around us again.
Jitter’s coming to investigate.
He shoves against me, displacing more balloons and pushing them back over Jonas’s face.
But more—Jitter’s so big, he’s knocking me off-balance.
“Jitter,” I gasp as I try to grab onto him to keep from falling.
The St. Bernard snorts in my face.
In my face.
I stumble sideways.
My arms flail. I try to adjust my feet to stay upright while I’m squatting here, but it doesn’t work, and I tumble.
Sideways.
With my hand connecting with denim covering—
“Urp,” Jonas says.
Oh, god.
Oh, no no no.
I thump back onto my tailbone and snatch my hand back.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” I whisper.
Not there, not there, not there, I silently wish.Please tell me I didn’t land directly on his penis.
Jonas whimpers.
I can’t see him anymore through the balloons.
“Jitter, go,” I order. “Go to your house.”
He ignores me and puts his massive head down into the balloons, right about where—
“Ack,” Jonas gasps.
His body twitches next to me.
I shove the dog’s backside. “Jitter, go find Grey.”
Jitter’s head jerks up. He gives me a massive doggy grin, then changes course, galloping through the balloons and heading toward the dining room.
Decker and Jack are watching me, their identical expressions a mixture of horrified and amused.
Theo’s disappeared.
Bash pokes his head out above the balloons beneath the prep table. “Why Mama yell Ditta?”
“Helickedme,” Jonas says.
“Ditta wike you!” Bash shrieks.
