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“What if she does?” Maria said, talking to herself. “We’ve already got one mutt in the family.”
Heather turned a scathing look on Maria. “Then we don’t need a pair,” she said as if that was the gospel, and everyone should know it by heart.
“You’re being irrational,” Zoe said, shrugging her shoulders and holding her hands out to the side. “I look good, I feel good, and I don’t mind who knows it or sees it – even the armpit sniffer.”
Maria looked confused. “Why do we keep calling him the armpit sniffer?” she asked, but the others were now in a heated discussion and ignoring her – nothing new there.
The loud thud of knuckles on the front door brought silence where there had been squabbling. Heather and Zoe stared at each other for a long moment, and Maria pushed to her feet. “You want me to get that?” she asked, sounding bored.
“Nope,” Heather said and pointed an accusing finger at Zoe. “It’s Zoe’s problem to deal with.”
Zoe had two choices, deny or deny. “I’m not getting it, and his eggs are on the side. Six, no more, no less.” She folded her arms and lifted her chin in defiance.
“I’ve got this,” Heather said, and as she strolled by Maria, she pushed her back down into the chair.
“Thank you,” Maria bit out with annoyance.
“You’re entirely welcome,” Heather said over her shoulder as her hand gripped the handle and she wrenched open the front door. She took the man in, met his hard stare, and cocked an eyebrow at him. Then she raised her witching finger to keep him quiet. “Zoe, your mate is here!” she called.
Billy wrenched his head back on his neck, choked on his tongue, and wasn’t sure which way to run that was the fastest to get back home. Strangely enough, his feet wouldn’t move, and he found himself glued to the spot. That spot felt extremely hot as his temperature shot up, and he was sure steam must have been coming from his ears.
“She’ll just be a minute,” Heather said with a wicked little smile. “She’s fishing spinach from between her teeth.”
“I can come back,” Billy said, and he tried to back away, tried to make his limbs work, but he had a feeling his wolf had rooted him to the spot or the witch had.
There was an urge to sniff that he battered down with an iron fist, which didn’t make his wolf happy. But, damn it to hell and back – Christmas or not – he wasn’t going to sniff one witch.
Zoe appeared with a face like thunder and glared like an ice queen, and it was aimed at Heather. She held the egg box in her hand, six eggs inside, yet she still hadn’t torn her death glare from her friend. “Eggs,” she said, thrusting them in his general direction as she and Heather shared a moment.
Billy got a kick up the pants from his wolf, and he snapped to attention, he reached for the eggs, but she snatched them away. He closed his fist around the cold air.
“I do not appreciate you right now,” Zoe informed Heather and got a mocking smile in return.
“Where are your manners, Zoe?” Heather said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Aren’t you going to invite your mate in?”
Billy blinked twice, but he couldn’t swallow the big lump in the back of his throat, because that was his tongue. When Zoe snapped a glare at him, he swallowed down hard and was glad of it.
“Aren’t you going to take your eggs?” she asked and thrust them towards him again.
“Y-yeah,” Billy said and reached for them.
“Come on, Zoe, invite him in for a bite,” Heather said, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.
Zoe snatched the eggs back before Billy could claim them, and he felt a rush of pure frustration. He wanted to get those eggs – that really wasn’t worth it – and get the hell out of there.
Zoe narrowed her eyes at Heather. “You know, two can play that game, right?”
“Sure,” Heather said, smirking.
“You wanna play?” Zoe asked.
“I just want the eggs,” Billy said, raising his hand like he needed the teacher’s permission to pee. He caught himself doing it and snapped his hand down. “Then you girls can go witch it out between you,” he added, and when they turned a slow glare on him, he wished he’d kept his mouth shut. He groaned inwardly as they turned towards him.
“Witch it out?” Heather said, placing her hands on her hips and cocking an eyebrow at him.
“Is that supposed to be funny, or a slur, or something?” Zoe asked, her eyebrows hitched a ride towards her hairline.
“Nope,” Billy said. “Witches and a sense of humour failure,” he added and reached for the eggs. “I just came for the eggs you promised me.”
