“Now, we get you changed out of your pjs and go out for breakfast.”
“Can we ride the motorcycles?” Noah squeals, reaching a pitch I’ve never heard before in my life.
Oh, hell. I don’t know how to say no to this kid, but I can’t give him a definitive answer. So, I come up with the next best thing.
“If your mom says it’s okay, then yeah. We can take the motorcycles.”
He squeals again, jumping at me and hugging me around my neck. I return the hug so he doesn’t fall. Noah pulls back but keeps one arm around me. Thrusting his fist in the air like we did before, he creates a new chant.
“Ride the bikes! Ride the bikes!”
I join in with him, and his smile grows.
“What’s going on down here?”
We stop our shouts, and my eyes snap to the bottom of the stairs. Raven and Knox stand together, observing the mess Noah and I have made.
Raven’s jaw drops. “What did you do to my kitchen?”
Noah points his finger at me. “Griffin did it.”
“Hey!” In retaliation, I poke his side, causing him to giggle again. I face Raven and Knox. “I guess I lost my magic pancake touch. We need to go get breakfast.”
Noah raises his fist again. “Ride the bikes! Ride the bikes!”
Raven’s shock turns into a reluctant grin. “Fine. But this mess needs to be cleaned up before we go.”
Knox sighs and strides past us, grabbing the cleaning supplies from under the sink. Raven wrinkles her brow.
Shit.
We’re not supposed to know where those are.
I step in Raven’s view of Knox. “Why don’t you go back to bed and relax, Sunshine. Pull out the book we found in your nightstand,Letting Goby Liz Colbert, but don’t touch that otherthing we found.” Her face turns an adorable shade of pink. “We’ll have this place cleaned up soon.”
“Sure.” She nods her head, but her expression doesn’t change as she heads back upstairs.
“Knox,” I whisper with force. I raise my brows and jut my chin forward.
He brushes me off. “She’ll find out eventually. It’s inevitable.”
“But maybe we should decide when that is,” I reply slowly.
Knox ignores me and gets to cleaning, and Noah and I follow suit.
Raven might hide from us when she gets an idea of the full picture. But she’s already in too deep. The moment she walked into The Wandering Raven, she sealed her fate.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
RAVEN
“No.”
“Yes.”
Griffin crosses his arms. “No.”
“You’re not the boss of me.” I dig my heels in.
