Page 43 of Knot a Tie
I make a fake retching noise, which he rolls his eyes at. “So what do we do now?”
“For starters, we need to tell James that she knows, and then find William and tell him. After that we owe her sincere apologies with gifts and I’m guessing food, seeing as she didn’t get to finish making her breakfast.” He gestures to the empty bowl of eggs.
I start to snicker again, but I’m saved from his wrath by William’s voice.
I turn to the door, when he says, “I’ve got gifts covered.”
He is so quiet for a large, burly man, I didn’t even hear him come in.
Spencer comes closer when William holds up a flat-ish black velvet box about the size of a small box of chocolates.
“Oh?” I ask, trying to snatch it from him to see what it is.
He holds it up over his head where I’ve no chance of reaching it, being a good eight inches shorter than him.
“Fucker.”
He glares at me. “Not for you. These are for Rayne.”
“What are they?” Spencer asks slowly.
“Heat suppressant injections.”
Silence descends.
“James was very clear about not getting them on the black market,” Spencer starts carefully.
“I didn’t.”
“Then where?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.
“Let’s just say, I owe my little sister a favour with which she is thinking over and will no doubt involve all of us.”
“Willow got them?” I ask.
I don’t know much about William and his family. He is quite close-lipped, but we know he is close with his younger sister.
He nods. “I asked her last night to make an appointment with the family doctor this morning. They’ve just been delivered.”
“That was fast,” I murmur.
“Rayne needs them. I wasn’t leaving it to chance that they were still on the side of the road.”
“You feel strongly about her suppressing her heat. Worried?” I add, without thinking, but not really meaning anything by it. I’m just being a dick.
He growls, drawing my full attention to him. “I feel strongly about her having a choice over her body.”
“No, I get that,” I murmur. “It’s totally her choice.”
“Humph,” he mutters under his breath. “Gifts are covered.”
“We need more,” Spencer says. “I will make breakfast. Cam, dig through the pantry, see what you can find in the way of chocolates, and then maybe go cut some flowers from the garden. Then find James and fill him in.”
“Yes, sir,” I drawl, giving him a mock salute. He can be such a douche sometimes.
Giving me a fierce glare, he points emphatically to the empty bowl. I look at it again and start laughing.
“I wish I had been here to see it.”
