Page 123 of Pack: Posy 3

"Apology card?" Ash and Wyatt said together.

That's all they got out of it?marveled Dove, my wolf.

"I like the special date idea, but I don't know how tomakea card. Can't we just buy one?" Cole scowled at me.

"Oh, that's the easy part." I waved one hand. "I have all kinds of craft supplies you can use. You take a blank card, decorate the front, and write a letter inside."

"What do you mean, decorate the front?" Ash said.

"Well, you can draw or paint something, use stickers or stencils, or glue flowers or something on it. I'll show you some examples."

"And the letter?" Wyatt raised his eyebrows. "We need to write a letter? I don't know what goes in a letter."

"Think of it like a long text or link. Just start with Dear Posy, add in some forgive mes and I'm sorrys, and end with Love, Wyatt."

"So I have to think of something to write." Ash crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not good with words, Peri, and I can't draw for shit."

Taking a deep breath, I stood up and went into the kitchen. It took me a few minutes to find what I was looking for, but I finally did and carried it out to the dining room. Plunking it on the table, I gave Ash a hard glare.

"Two dollars, please." I gestured toward the plastic container shaped like a bear that once held animal crackers.

"Oh my Goddess. How did you get the swear jar away from Mom?" Ash groaned as he reached into his wallet, pulled out two ones, and dropped them in.

"It's mine," I smiled smugly. "The babies polished off the animal crackers last week, so Mom said I could have it for my own swear jar."

"Ty doesn't have a potty mouth," Jay said, but his eyes held the question.

"Not for him," I muttered. When they laughed, I added, "Well, after growing up withyouguys, what did you expect from me? But I'm trying to break the habit because Mom will kill me if her grandpup's first word is dammit. Oh, dammit! Argh! See?!"

Slapping my hand against my forehead, I went over to my purse, grabbed four singles, and put them in the swear jar.

"And don't forget the f-bomb is a ten dollar fine," I reminded them as I dropped back on my chair.

"I'm going to run out of cash," Wyatt complained. "I can tell already."

"What are you going to do with the money? You going to donate it like Mom does?" Cole asked.

"Probably to the O," I nodded.

"All right, we can do the card-making and letter writing here and now if you don't mind us using your supplies," Mase said. "We'll pay you back, of course."

"Don't worry about it, Mase. It's some paper and glue. The important part is what you'll write inside your card." I gave him a gentle smile. "Your words to her are priceless and far more meaningful than any card you could buy at a store."

"Let's talk about the date part before making the cards, though, because we're going to need something ASAP. No way is she sleeping angry, upset, and alone for even one night."

"I would advise against that as well," I agreed with him. "She may be pissed at you, but not going home to her tonight is the worst mistake you could ever make."

"I could take her to the county fair tonight," he suggested with bright eyes, but they quickly dulled. "Oh. It's Fridayandopening night. It would be crowded, and that would make her uncomfortable."

"Yeah, let's think of something else for tonight."

"Well, it won't work for tonight," Cole said slowly, "but I want to take her to the zoo."

"Aw! I want to do that with her, too," Wyatt whined.

"Me, too," Ash pouted.

"Iwanted to go to the fair with her, but you didn't hear me complaining when Mase called dibs on it, did you?" Cole grumbled.

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