Page 45 of Clint & Ivy
“Stop policing me,” Elle grumbled when she noticed I was eyeballing her.
“Yeah, Clint, let your sister talk trash in peace,” Ford added while Shay smiled at the thought.
Inhaling deeply, I looked down at Ivy as she showed off her tattoo. I wanted her to feel comfortable here, but I didn’t truly understand her.
“I have a thought,” Sabrina said, circling me. “A wonderfully exciting thought.”
“No,” I replied, knowing instantly where her head had gone.
“Why not move Ivy into the Sorority House for a few months or years? Then, once she’s gotten the hang of life, you can reclaim her.”
“Why would I ever agree to that?”
“Because she isn’t a pet. Why are you putting her in a cage?”
I smiled at Sabrina’s scowl. She was so full of shit, though I understood why other people were intimidated by her sharp edges.
“Ivy is mine,” I said, glancing at where Ivy now spoke with my mom. “I’m keeping her. She wants to stay with me. If you interfere with that, I will undermine you.”
Sabrina blew her bangs out of her eyes and muttered, “Ignoring all the caveman shit, how exactly would you undermine me?”
“No way,” I said, chuckling at her question. “When I undermine someone, I don’t warn them ahead of time about the moves I’ll make. Why do you think Tricky was so surprised when I started a new club?”
“Because he’s arrogant and stupid.”
“He’s only one of those things.”
Changing directions, Sabrina demanded, “Let Ivy stay at the Sorority House for the week. We’ll give her back on Monday.”
“Ivy and I need to spend time together.”
“She’s your soulmate, right?” Rowdy said, joining the conversation. “That means you have the rest of your life to spend time together. Why not let the foxes have their fun?”
Narrowing my eyes at my cousin, I couldn’t believe he was taking the foxes’ side over mine. Vanessa looked at her older sister and younger brother before stepping closer to me.
“I think Clint’s right. Ivy needs to settle into her new home before we distract her from the prize,” Vanessa said and waved her hands up and down the length of my body.
“No,” Sabrina said and glanced around. “Where did she go?”
I frowned when I realized Ivy was missing. Pax noticed my confusion and jutted his thumb at the house.
“Your mom and aunt are interrogating her inside.”
I frowned at Ford, who had wandered off to talk to Sutter. I realized Lula was also missing.
“She’s picking up Dillon and the foster kids,” Pax said, since he had become the narrator for our afternoon get-together. “Go back to talking about soulmates. That was funny.”
“Are you saying Bebe isn’t your soulmate?” I asked, wanting to piss him off so his kids would focus on their dad rather than hassling me.
Pax considered my question while stroking his beard. “Soulmate sounds goofy. I want a better name for what Bebe is. Kids, any thoughts?”
“Wife?” Sabrina suggested and rolled her eyes. “Don’t fall for Clint’s tricks.”
Shaking my head, I muttered, “No one is tricking anyone.”
“Ivy wants to be free!” Sabrina cried, startling the Chihuahuas and making Elle laugh. “She needs to join the club and ride with us.”
Rowdy frowned and touched on the truly important issue by asking, “Uh, how small will the motorcycle need to be for her to ride it alone?”
