Page 44 of The Best Trick

I told my guys about Macy's ideas that somebody close to Agent Denko was probably on Don Pedro’s payroll, and they liked that idea. Naturally they were cool with my telling the Gigis what was going on. The God Pack had no secrets from the Gigis, and vice versa.

Odin was just laughing. “Ice, you and I are going to have to maybe canvass the nosy neighbors,” he said. “What do you think about that?”

“I’d be happy to,” I said defiantly. “I’m sure they’d love to meet me. They’ll probably want my autograph because I’m clearly the girl with the mostest.”

“Mostestmen,” Macy said.

Zeus pulled me into a hug, and Jenny threw a pickle at us, and we spent a long time arguing about whether Don Pedro should’ve changed his name so that he didn’t remind people of Don Pablo’s, the restaurant chain.

That was around the time that Thor and Angel disappeared. They came back a few minutes later with a large cardboard box. The handwriting looked familiar, and when I drew nearer, I recognized it as my sister Vanessa's handwriting.

“Did you order a Paris Hilton comforter?” I asked, confused. The Paris Hilton comforters were really expensive quilts from the farm. The gang and I ordered them as gifts when we felt like donating money to my sisters. But who was this one for? The Gigis had a few of them already.

“You’ll see,” Thor said mysteriously. “It’s for later.”

Even weirder!

After the Gigis left, he handed the mysterious package to Odin, who looked surprised at its weight. “What the hell? What the hell is in here? Too heavy for a wool comforter.”

“Open it,” Thor said.

Odin set it on the table, which creaked—that’s how heavy the box was. Odin tore open the packaging materials. I recognized immediately the off-white cotton that we used for the sheep’s wool comforters, but this one was three times as huge, and it was clearly far heavier.

Thor took it from Odin, hauled it into the bedroom, and unfurled it over the two queen-sized beds that we had pushed together earlier in the week. “This is a normal comforter except one end of it is weighted,” he said.

“Like a weighted blanket?” Odin asked.

“Exactly. I commissioned it specifically for us four. Your end is heavy, with an amount of weight that is amazing for anxiety and sleep issues, but unlike the seat belts that made you feel like you were tied up, this is comfortable.”

Odin looked skeptical.

“Just try it. See what you think,” Zeus urged.

“It’s not gonna work,” Odin said.

“Please? For me?” I said.

“Just try it,” Thor pleaded. “There's lavender woven into it for calming aromatherapy, and it’s large enough that four people can sleep under it, but only you get the weighted area.”

Odin shook his head.

“Think about it.” I grabbed his arm. "We could sleep together almost like normal.”

Odin yanked away his arm. “Stop trying to force this!” With that, he stormed out.

“Fuck,” Thor groaned.

“It was a great idea,” I said.

Thor gathered up the blanket and stormed out with it.

“Thor!” I called after him. I turned to Zeus. “He’d better not be throwing that out.”

“It’s not as if we can take something that heavy with us on the road if it’s not being used,” Zeus said, getting under the covers.

I climbed into bed next to him. “This needs to get resolved,” I told him. “Odin can’t go on like this.”

“Or Thor,” he said quietly.

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