212 Grace: The Great Laundry Dilemma
“Hah! You said underwear!”
No reply comes, leaving me with a 50/50 chance of reliable protection.
Jer bends over with a maniacal grin, now pointing directly at his sister’s face.
Seriously, the desperation of a single mother knows no bounds, apparently. No idea how they do it, because I’m already lost.
I’d dodged the question with all the alacrity of a gazelle under hunt (if said gazelle had four broken legs) and I don’t think my blush faded for at least fifteen minutes, but that is not the issue here, okay? Not. The. Issue.
Over Bun’s head, I survey the remaining chaos–Sara and Jer are sprawled on opposite ends of the couch, their shirts decorated with a modern art masterpiece of juice, applesauce, and what I think might be chocolate.
d to go
I love him so much in this moment, I’d tell him yes in a heartbeat if he public. Or become his Luna. Or do anything. Have twenty kids? Sure, no problem. Jump on his dick in public? Absolutely.
Maybe the clothes can last another day? I glance at Jer and Sara, trying to calculate just how much worse those stains could possibly-
Would be nice about now.
I take a deep breath, trying to assure myself everything’s fine and the world isn’t on fire. I lived here for six years. I know this pack’s territory like the back of my hand- well, at least the parts of it with roads.
All the fun stuff in this camper, and Lyre skimped on a freaking washing machine… Hmm. Yes. Perfect. A creepy guy watching me is exactly what I want in life.
The words leave my mouth, and I immediately regret them. Leaving Bun with these two is like asking pyromaniacs to housesit a match factory. Stupid idea, impossible execution, a fat neon N–O in skyscraper–sized letters.
Sure, he’s probably powerful enough to keep me safe, but it doesn’t mean he will keep me safe. Lyre seemed to think he would step up when it comes down to it, but..
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My head throbs. I should have held Ron back. Should have asked him to stay, explained I needed him to stick around while I got the laundry done. But I’d kind of forgotten about it all, focusing instead on how awkward it felt to go commando without thinking about the reason I’m commando.
My phone dings, and I shift Bun to my hip to check it.
Sadie, who’s been curled beneath the table, raises her head and lets out a sharp bark, and I swear I can understand exactly what she’s saying: Terrible idea, absolutely not.
Bun grabs my leg, her tiny fingers latching onto my jeans as she babbles something that sounds vaguely like “Go–go–da–ma–ba” with a whole slew of other sounds and strange inflections mixed in. I have no fucking clue what she’s saying, and little rabbit ears have popped out from her dark curls, twitching frantically.
Ignoring the fight happening in real time in my living room, Sadie’s sudden surge of barking, the cat jumping from counter to couch to the dinette table to swat at the dog beneath it, and literally everything to do with decorum or manners. and yank it open, my hopeful gaze landing on the younger, vaguely Lycan standing in front of me.
lash to the door
Har–looking
“Too bad I don’t have any clothes,” he announces, not sounding particularly bothered by this development as he then proceeds to yank his shorts down.
Somehow, “You’ll start following me tomorrow” turned into Ron asking to follow Caine today, leaving me alone with three younger children and a bleeding new–mama heart, which with a side hustle of arousal thanks to Caine’s wicked little whispers in my ear, we are not going into, thank you very much.
My eye twitches involuntarily as he calmly pulls the soaking shirt over his head and tosses it onto the floor with a wet splat.
Lovely.
[GRACE HARPER: Will you help me if Ellie’s goons come after me again?]
“Ew!” Sara gags. “At least take your clothes off in the bathroom like a normal person!”
Taking three kids to the laundromat sounds like a great way to get in massive trouble, but also being naked isn’t really a great option.
“Do either of you have any other clothes to change into?” I ask, already knowing the
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answer in my heart.
I’m about to separate them when there’s a knock at the door. A polite, unfamiliar voice calls out: “Miss Harper? I was sent by the High Alpha to watch over the children.”
[CAERIEL: Don’t worry. My eyes are on you.]
The word hangs in the air for a split second, and I fight the urge to close my eyes and pretend nothing’s happened.
The tension drains from my shoulders so fast I nearly stagger. A babysitter. Caine sent
a babysitter.
“Ha–yo,” she chirps, with the cutest little voice and oh my Goddess, why is she so
adorable?
[ASSIGNED MISSION: Investigate the compromised artifact located at ‘Wash–N–Were‘,
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