Ours.My bear says.Our Maisy.
My phone flashes with a text.I look down and see it’s Maisy.
She’s replying to my text about our date.
Sounds good!See you then.
Then…
What do you call a prom in the North Pole?
A snow ball!
I chuckle to myself.I need to get that joke book from my youngest brothers and study up, so I can keep the joke volley going.
When I look up, my three brothers are staring at me.
I tuck away my phone and clear my throat.“What?”
“You just…laughed,” Teddy narrows his eyes at me.
“I laugh.”
Axel snorts.
“What?I do.Shut up.”
“He’s going to fall and fall hard,” Teddy says.“I’ll bet anything.”
“I’ll take that bet,” Darius says.
Teddy holds out a hand and Darius takes it.They both shake without looking at each other.Their eyes are fixed on me.
I briefly consider fratricide.
Not worth it.Paloma and Lana would kill me.
“You’re wrong,” I grumble.But when Axel passes the whiskey to me, I take a swig and let it burn down my throat.
Tomorrow I am going on a date with Maisy.And there’s not enough Moon Cure to keep me fantasizing about kissing the hell out of my lovely mate.
I am so fucked.
I can’t wait.
Maisy
I’m sitting at my vanity, a makeup mirror propped on my entrepreneurship textbooks in front of me.Getting ready for my date.With Dr.Hu–Stark.Matthias.
Cue internal screaming.
The only thing keeping me from melting into a puddle on the floor is my determination to be early to our hike, so I don’t keep him waiting.
When’s your birthday?
He texted me earlier.
You said it’s coming up.
