“Devon…did?”
Why does that make me feel so good?
“Yeah, he’s got a charter today. Mack has to work, and Elijah is already up and at the restaurant baking.”
“So, what did you do to make him call us?” Asher asks.
“I may have snuck out of the house.”
“Ah, you big, cowardly omega,you.”
I shove Cordelia. She falls to the side, then drags her pack around in front of her.
“I brought a little fun.”
I don’t know what I was expecting her to pull out of her bag, but a flattened beach ball was not on the list, at all.
“Where’s the booze?”
Cordie sighs heavily. “Devon confiscated it. He says we can drink in safe places or where we have supervision.”
“That cretin!” Asher growls.
I’m half-inclined to agree with her because I absolutely hate being told what to do, but a tiny voice says he’s right. Besides, I have Danger to think about now.
“Why a ball?”
Cordie sighs. “Devon says, and I’m being direct,” she clears her throat and then says in a much deeper, masculine voice, “go and whack something until you feel better.”
I snort a giggle, but then I can’t stop.
“He is very…eloquent with words,” Asher grumbles. “But he is taking care of you, and that’s something to think about.”
“You think I haven’t thought about it? I have to, my heat is coming.”
“We noticed,” they say as one. “You reek.”
I shift uneasily.
“So, you’re going to take them up on their offer,” Asher asks.
“How do you know they offered?”
“Of course, they offered; they are smitten with you.”
I huff. “They are not, and yes, they did. I have to take them up on it.”
“Why aren’t you taking suppressants?” She raises an eyebrow, challenging me.
I shift my weight. “I have reasons.”
“Really? What are those?”
“Let’s play with the ball. I want to whack things, too.” I clap my hands with false enthusiasm.
“Excellent evasive technique,” Asher says dryly. “Do you realise if you’d have just hidden in your room, you wouldn’t have run into any of them?”
“Mum doesn’t know what a lock is.”
