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“I’ll be there,” Zee said.
“Thank you.” She ended the call and arched a brow at me.
“Papa hadda a sleepover,” Jules said as he ate his pancake with his fingers.
“Did he?” Sophie asked, bumping her shoulder into me.
“He did. My bed cold, Papa. Can you fix it?” Jules asked.
“I can.”If I don’t go to Barnham’s, will the Pride know?I asked Sophie.
Count spaces,she shrugged.No one has to know you left the house. I’m fielding calls today, so I’ll be here.
Thanks. I’m not ready to deal with Barnham right now,I thought.
Don’t blame you. He’ll be here on Friday.
Still too soon,I thought, and she laughed.
Couldn’t like the man because he treated his daughter like a commodity. I was happy to have Jules. Just not happy that Barnham’s attitude nearly got my house burned down. My first instinct was to string him up and gut him in the middle of town. So I’d go with my second and stay away from him for a while.
“Do you want to go shopping?” I touched my forehead to Jules’, and he giggled.
We cleaned the kitchen first and dressed before counting spaces to Fowler’s warehouse. Jules was excited about getting a new bed, and in awe of all the furniture and decor. We walkedaround, searching for the bedroom section, and several people watched us for a moment. Briar was alerted to a Blood-right in his warehouse and came to help us personally. After the mess with Arnaut, his Pride was wary of Amber Light. We shook hands in front of his staff, who settled down and returned to work.
“Sorry,” he murmured as Jules tested the beds he liked, and we followed.
“Everyone is twitchy after the war,” I smiled.
“And Arnaut. Heard you had some trouble last night. Reaper texted me. He doesn’t want trouble with you.”
“None of us want trouble, Briar. He came and got Gerald, so problem solved.”
“Papa! This one!” Jules had chosen a large, round bed with no frame. He could crawl into and out of it without problems and was currently kneading a spot to lie down in.
“I hadn’t thought that would be a good bed for cubs,” Briar said. “It works, though.”
“I’ll take it,” I said. “He’s got a human toddler bed, and it’s cold, no matter how many blankets he has.”
“Let me see what we have for bedding,” Briar murmured, lifting his hand. A young man joined us and raised his eyebrows. “Jack, this is King MacLaden. What bedding do we have for the bed his son is happy with? Something neutral. No flowers.”
“Blue!” Jules hollered, and Jack laughed.
“Not a problem, my lord. I’ll be right back,” Jack said and left us again.
“You comin’ to my house at four?” I asked.
“I am, yeah,” Briar nodded.
“We should walk the site before discussions so my Pride sees you. It would be good for Pride relations. Cassandra isolated MacLaden. Their only contact with other Prides seems to be with Gerald MacGetty.”
“I like that idea,” Briar said. “I don’t think any of MacLaden Pride have come to the summits at Cypress Wood, either.”
“We need to change that.” I had forgotten about the summits, and the next one was in two months.
Jack joined us again with a bed in a bag, and the bedding was indigo blue. Jules clapped as he climbed down, and I scooped him up again.
“I’ll take this,” I said, and Briar held up his hand as he answered a phone call.
