Grace huffed out a breath and rolled her eyes. “Heaven help us.”
“Heaven isn’t here,” Helen said. “Please leave a message.”
“People’s Court!” Katie yelled. “Did you Mr. Luna promise Maron something and then take it away from her?”
I was still staring up at my handsome werewolf.
“Err, no?” he said.
“Don’t lie to us!” Katie yelled. “Is she or is she not your soulmate?”
“Buuuuurrrrrrnnn,” Helen said. She jabbed a finger in the air. “Try to get out of that one, Mister Luna!”
“How in the world did you manage to get Maron drunk?” he wondered aloud.
“The Comey sisters. Specifically Sherry. She opened up an experimental place.” Grace shrugged. “It works.”
“I’m not drunk,” I insisted.
“You’re still feeling up my bicep,” Sterling said.
“It’s a wonderful bicep,” I responded.
“Go big or go home,” Helen said. “There’s a lot more to explore on that hunky guy, Maron. Let your fingers do the walking.”
“That’s a great idea,” I murmured.
Sterling let out a strangled laugh as my fingers went on an exploratory trail over Sterling’s body.
“Answer the question!” Katie yelled.
Grace rubbed her forehead. “Katie, I think -”
“Don’t care! Mr. Luna, I will hold you in contempt of court if you don’t answer the question!”
Grace burst out laughing.
My fingers had just wandered down past Sterling’s lower back when he grabbed them and pulled them back up to his chest. “Ah, let’s stay g-rated right now, Maron.”
I pouted. “Why?”
“Because he’s engaged,” Helen said.
I stood up straighter. “Oh. Yeah. Bummer.” I sighed.
Sterling tightened his arms around me. “Do you need rides home?”
“I can take them,” Grace insisted.
“This has to be like trying to wrangle cats,” Sterling said. “Why don’t I call their husbands and you can go?”
Helen shooed her away. “Go! Shoo. Go get baby some sleep. We can take care of ourselves.”
“I’m pretty sure you can’t,” Grace retorted.
“I know Hank,” Sterling said. “I’ll bring everyone inside and take care of it.”
She looked torn.
