“Zinnia Danes collapsed on stage at a concert in Las Vegas,” Greer told her.
Millie gasped, placing her hand over her mouth. “Oh, no, that’s terrible. I love Zinnia Danes.”
“I’m sure she’s fine,” Hack said. “She just needs someone to look after her better. She’s probably been pushing herself too hard.”
Greer nodded. “She did look tired during the last interview I saw her give.”
“She’ll get some rest once she’s at the hospital. She’ll be fine,” Hack reassured them all. “Come on, let’s go have some fun. You girls have got some cupcakes to decorate, I hear.”
“Hack!” They all looked up at the cry as Betsy moved toward them, holding a large, rolled-up piece of paper in her hand. “I made you something.”
“You did?" Hack gave her a look filled with surprise as he took the rolled-up bit of paper from her. As he opened it, glitter flew out, sprinkling down around him.
“It’s a glitter picture,” Greer said. “Betsy, that’s awesome.”
“Thanks,” Betsy said with a shy smile. “Do you really think so?”
“I do,” Hack replied. “This is a great picture, Betsy. Are you sure you want me to have it?”
“Yes, I made it just for you because you love glitter.” Betsy smiled at him.
“He sure does!” Greer said. “Unless it gets in his beard. He hates glitter in his beard. Oh and in his butt. When it goes in between his butt cheeks and it itches.”
Hack sent her a look of disbelief. “I cannot believe you just said that.”
“Neither can I,” Spike said dryly. “More than I needed to know.”
Millie let out a surprised giggle, and Spike wrapped his arm around her.
“What is it?” Spike asked.
“What?” Hack asked.
“What is the picture of?” Spike asked, nodding down at the picture that Hack was still holding.
“Oh, yeah. Would you like to explain it, Betsy?” Hack said.
Yep, Hack had no idea what the picture was of. Amusement filled Spike as he moved back to open the door for Mr. Fluffy, lifting the dog down.
Mr. Fluffy took two steps and then collapsed with a loud sigh, as though that had completely tired him out.
It likely had. He was the laziest dog that Spike had ever met, which was why he had to go on a special diet with cardboard-tasting food.
Because he was putting on way too much weight.
“Oh, no, you should explain what you see,” Betsy said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “After all, the picture is for you.”
“Yes, Hack. Tell us,” Spike said.
Hack sent Spike an unamused look and it was all Spike could do to keep the smile off his face.
Hack cleared his throat and glanced down at Greer. She was biting her lower lip, obviously trying to hold back her own smile.
“What’s going on? What are you all doing over here?”
Spike glanced over as Cash Savage walked toward them. His best friend, Ralen, was next to him. Both men were fairly new to town. Cash had returned home after years of hiding away with Dante Diaz in Mexico.
Cash wrapped his arm around his sister’s shoulders and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. Cash and Ralen weren’t part of the Iron Shadows. Spike knew that they wanted to join, or at least Cash had, but he’d already given his allegiance to Dante Diaz.
