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“Helena came.” Quinley fisted his long-sleeved tee. “You’re not hurt?”
He shook his head. “I wasn’t part of the struggle to capture Tommaso. Other enforcers nabbed him before I got there. He was the one who shot your cat.”
“Bastard,” she tossed out.
Havana stood upright, pocketing her phone, and then clapped twice. “Right, Frick and Frack, time to go.”
Like that, the two brawling animals went still.
“Now,” pressed Havana.
When the animals hurried over to their prospective piles of clothes, Isaiah again turned to Quinley. “I noticed the front door took some bullets. Not the window, though. Either they guessed our security is so tight it’d be bulletproof or they somehow learned of it.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” said Quinley.
“Why does your snake hate my bearcat so much?” Aspen demanded of Bailey, both females now almost fully dressed—they only needed to slip on their shoes.
“There’s no hate,” objected the mamba. “Just love. The purest, purest love.”
“I have more puncture wounds than a goddamn pin cushion,” Aspen bit off.
Bailey inched up her chin. “Blame Havana.”
“Why would I do that?”
“She didn’t tell my snake to stop.”
Aspen all but jammed her foot in her sneaker. “Havana shouldn’t have to. You should have told your mamba to stop.”
Bailey flicked out her hand. “I don’t interfere in her business; she doesn’t interfere in mine. That’s how we roll.”
“Roll. Differently.”
“Why?”
“All right, enough,” Havana cut in. “It’s time to go, so let’s get gone.”
Her faux fur ankle boots now on, Bailey turned to Isaiah. “I dug the bullet out of your wall. I’d give it to you as like, you know, a memento or whatever. But Aspen’s bearcat stole it and shoved it down my snake’s throat. She barfed it back up pretty quick, thankfully. Quinley then trashed it.”
“Unnecessary story.” Aspen shoved the mamba aside and beamed up at Isaiah. “Congratulations on the start of the imprinting process, by the way.”
Bailey’s lit up. “Ooh, yeah, congrats!”
Havana smiled. “We’re thrilled for you.”
He looked at each of the three females. “Don’t say anything of it to anyone.”
“We would never,” Bailey assured him.
“Ever, ever,” Aspen added, tugging on her other sneaker.
Havana gave a solemn nod. “It’s your news to deliver.”
Isaiah sighed, sensing… “You’ve already told people, haven’t you?”
Aspen pulled a face, sheepish. “Only Blair.”
“And Elle,” said Bailey.
