Page 172 of Papa's Bébé
“Distraction?” Spike asked in a strangled-sounding voice.
“Yeah, I was thinking of crashing into the front fence.”
“I want to laugh because you’re joking,” Spike said with a groan. “Unfortunately, I know you’re not joking.”
“Of course not. Why would I joke about something this serious?” Millie exclaimed.
“Maybe I should do the distraction,” Maya offered. Then Millie wouldn’t be at the forefront of danger. Although grabbing the dogs could potentially be dangerous too. And Maya was the one with the most experience with traumatized animals.
“That’s not happening,” Matthieu told her firmly.
“Neither of you are doing the distracting,” Spike said.
“Oh, are you going to do it?” Millie said. She kissed Spike enthusiastically. “What a good idea! They won’t get so mad at you.” She turned to look at Maya. “For some reason, people find Spike scary and intimidating. Can you believe that nonsense?”
How the heck did she answer that?
“No, I can’t believe it.”
Matthieu snorted quietly from beside her, obviously reading her tone.
“Wait, you said that Sav called you?” Millie asked. “Livvy told him?”
“He saw a message on her phone, apparently,” Spike told her.
“Tut-tut, that’s just wrong,” Millie stated. “What was he thinking? You’d never read my messages.”
“I’m starting to think that I should,” Spike replied.
“Daddy!” Millie cried. “That’s not nice. Those are private.”
“If you’re going to put yourself in danger, then I’m going to have to start reading them.”
“Sheesh, that’s rude. What do you think of that, Maya?”
“Umm. Yep, that’s rude.” She knew the girl code. She had to agree with Millie.
No matter what.
Also, she wouldn’t want Matthieu to start reading her text messages.
Not that Matthieu is yours, anyway.
That was true.
She chewed her lip. “Do you think Livvy is in trouble?” From what she knew of Sav, he was extremely protective.
“Not as much trouble as the two of you,” Spike said.
“Daddy! You can’t say that about Maya. She’s not in trouble.”
“Oh yes, she is,” Matthieu said.
“Why am I in trouble?” Maya asked. “I didn’t sneak out of the house. I told you what I was doing.”
“You didn’t tell me about any of this until it reached a critical level,” Matthieu said.
Yeah, but still . . . she didn’t think she should be in trouble. And they were all getting away from the topic at hand.
