“Yay!” Millie clapped her hands. “So we’re a go.”
“I’m just worried about you?—”
“Why are you worried?” Matthieu asked from behind her.
She let out a cry. “Where did you come from?”
“From across the room,” he said dryly.
“Yes, but how did you get here?” she asked.
“I walked.”
“Are you sure? You were so quiet. You didn’t just levitate?” She wouldn’t be surprised.
“No. I didn’t just walk on air. Now, why are you worried?”
“I’m worried that Spike isn’t going to let Millie take my animals if something happens to me,” she quickly lied.
He scowled.
Oh crap. Did he know she was lying? That meant more consequences. She might even get a red bottom like Millie.
No, you won’t. Remember he said that he only spanks women he’s in a relationship with or when he’s at a club.
Maybe she should get a club membership.
No. Nope. You don’t want to do that.
Right.
It wasn’t like she could actually afford it.
“Hello? Have we got zombie Maya again?” he asked, waving a hand in front of her face.
“It’s not nice to wave a hand in someone’s face,” she grumbled.
“It’s also not nice to talk about dying,” he told her. “Especially when you know that is not going to happen.”
Oops.
She’d insulted him again.
“And you don’t need to be concerned, Spike likes to make me happy,” Millie told her. “He wouldn’t stop me from adopting my godbabies.”
“That’s good.” She forced herself to smile even though she was now worrying about dying and leaving her babies.
Urgh.
She had issues.
“Sorry, ladies, we’ve got to go,” Matthieu said. “We have some things to attend to at home.”
“We do?” she asked, glancing up at him.
“Yes. We do.”
Ooh that was a stern voice. What he was talking . . . oh wait.