“Always.” He walked forward, leaning over the back of the sofa to kiss both of their heads. “What’s this?”
“Zinnia Danes is having the worst luck today,” Brody told him. “On the way to the hospital, she was nearly in a car accident. A car drove out right in front of hers. But whoever was driving her car must have been a race car driver in another life, because he avoided them and kept on driving.”
Hmm. Interesting.
But he pushed that out of his mind as the news station moved on to other things.
“Has anyone seen Zippy and the boys?” Betsy asked, rushing through the room, looking harried.
“No,” Cash said. “Need us to help you find them?”
“I saw them just before,” the Fox told her. “They’re fine. They were taking a stroll in the woods.”
Everyone turned to look at him.
“Want me to go get them?” he asked.
“Um, no. That’s okay. Thanks,” Betsy said with wide eyes. “I think . . . the food will be ready soon!”
He really didn’t understand why everyone was so nervous around him.
Oh. Wait.
Yes, he did.
It was because he was the best assassin in the world. And also the most intelligent and handsome.
It was good to be the Fox.
9
INK AND BETSY
“Oh, there you guys are.” Betsy rushed over to where Zippy, Baron and Royal were helping clean up the mess left by the cupcake war. “I was worried when I couldn’t find you.”
Royal drew her against him in a side hug. “Ma, you never need to worry about us.”
Right. Sure.
She shot him a droll look. “I don’t think I will ever stop worrying about you three. That’s my job.”
“We can take care of ourselves, Mama,” Zippy told her, pushing her chest out. “And you.”
Dear Lord. This was Ink’s fault. He had their children thinking they needed to look after her rather than the other way around.
She was really glad she’d managed to get him in the chest with a cupcake, even though she’d been aiming for his face.
He must have moved because her aim was excellent.
“Right, the meat is nearly ready so we’re going to start bringing out the sides. Can you guys come help?” Betsy asked.
“Sure thing, Ma,” Baron said, pulling her from Royal so he could wrap his arm around her shoulders. “You don’t even have to ask. We are on it.”
“Yes, you should really go relax, put your feet up,” Royal told her.
“All right, now I’m really worried that you’re up to some?—”
“Mr. Fluffy, no!” Millie cried.
