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Gabriella perked up, a sly grin creeping over her lips.

“I’m not sure what Dante thinks, but I heard the red car and the blue car had a race?” she said, looking at me.

“They did,” I nodded. “And all Red wanted to do was stuff his face.”

“Greedy monkey,” Rachel said, tickling Bee’s sides until she giggled. “I heard he eats everything he sees?”

“From trucks to prickly trees?” Gabriella said.

“And then what?” Rachel asked, looking down at Bee.

She gave a gap-toothed smile and then said quietly. “And good old blue, he took the Milky Way.”

Dante covered his face with his hands and groaned loudly.

“I didn’t sing it, don’t blame me,” I said, sitting back with satisfaction.

“The red car and the blue car had a race,” Bee sang. And that was it. If Bee was insisting on singing, we were obligated to join in.

“Boo car!” Axel screamed, jumping up and down and clenching his fists in excitement.

“Yes, Axe-man!” I jumped up from my seat and grabbed hold of Axel, lifting him onto my shoulders. “But all Red wants to do is stuff his face,” I continued, spinning him around.

“He eats everything he sees—hey, where are you going?” I asked as Dante got to his feet and stormed over to the door.

“I’m going to collect the fucking pizza before that song gives me an aneurysm.”

And then he slammed it behind him.

I saw Gabriella shoot from her seat and rush over to the window. “Hey, Dante?” she called out, pushing the window open. “Good old Blue he took the Milky Way!”

“Go fuck yourself, Rider!”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time! I can start the engine right now. It would be my pleasure!” she laughed back, copying his earlier words.

“Give me a fucking break,” I heard Dante mutter, and saw the yellow lights of the delivery driver pulling into the drive.

“Pizza for King?”

“Do you do taxis as well?” Dante asked.

“I’m sorry?”

“Me too, pal. Me too,” Dante sighed, taking the pizza.

“You gonna turn around and come back inside?” Gabriella called innocently, leaning her elbow on the windowsill, her chin on her hand.

“Vienna, can you get your woman under control?”

“Sorry,” I yelled back. “Can’t hear you. The pain has kicked back in. In fact, I think I’ve passed out. Could you bring the pizza? Blood sugars and all that.”

“I hate my life,” Dante muttered, coming back inside.

“And to think, if you hadn’t kidnapped me, none of this would have happened. How’s that working out for you?” Rachel grinned.

Dante just shook his head and walked to the kitchen, grabbing himself a slice of the pizza and then went straight out the back door.

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