Cutter still got jealous. “But maybe my ex and I went all out because we really didn’t feel romantic towards each other. You and me, though, we don’t need any of that.” She lifted her head and smiled. “I don’t think we can be more in love.” She frowned. “Although, I wish it didn’t take me licking Wayne’s face to realize it.”
Cutter snarled, and she stroked his arm. Her hedgehog only felt a little thrill over his possessive attitude. “Try not to blame Wayne for this. He was a perfect gentleman.”
“Humph. Just know that if this hadn’t worked, I would have killed Wayne before I let him make you happy.”
Lucie snickered. “I’d expect nothing less.” She sobered. “What about Norma? Is she okay?”
“Hmmm?” He nuzzled her neck. “Oh, I’m sure she’s fine. I think maybe we should go home and enjoy the rest of Valentine’s Day. And try to forget what happened today.”
She wriggled in his grasp. “Well, I do have that new nightie.”
“Ah, yes, I think seeing you in that again will replace a few bad memories.” She yelped as he scooped her into his arms. “Let’s go, mate.”
She stroked his cheek, and her hedgehog simpered. “True love, huh?”
Cutter snorted. “Was there ever any doubt?”
*
“So, what are we going to do with the rampaging warthog in there?” asked Jessie, wringing her small hands. “I mean, we need to do something, I feel like I have a target on my back.”
“Gerry! Let me out so we can mate!” snarled Norma through the door.
“Maybe she’ll get bored of me,” suggested Gerry, hopefully, but also a little wryly.
Jessie slapped his arm. “Stop fishing for compliments, you know the idea of falling out of love with you is unbelievable to me.”
He smirked. “Sorry, sweetheart. But I do think the seller will be able to help. If they’re strong enough to create the love dust, then they can find a cure. Under threat of being locked in a room with Cutter for an hour, pretty much anyone can be motivated to do anything.”
“I hope Cutter managed to turn Lucie back to normal. I don’t think I can live with the fallout of the two of them splitting up.”
“Wayne called a moment ago to say he spotted Cutter running out the building with Lucie slung over his shoulder. Apparently, she was giggling and waving at people as she went. I don’t think we have to worry.” The gator shifter had been more than a little relieved to relate that titbit of news.
“Gerry! Hurry up! Five minutes with me and you’ll forget all about that floozy squirrel!”
“Is it me or is she getting more obnoxious?” whispered Jessie.
“I heard that!” yelled Norma, making Jessie jump.
Gerry looked up at the door a moment before Brian, the moose shifter from the Tau team raced through it. And the one rumoured to have a crush on Norma.
“Director Sanders,” he panted, his face red and beaded with sweat but still managing to defer to his superior. “Where is she?”
“Norma?” Gerry frowned. “In there, chained to the toilet.” He inclined his head to the bathroom.
Brian ran a hand through his thinning hair. “Key, please.”
Gerry raised an eyebrow but wordlessly handed it over. Brian strode towards the bathroom, and Jessie placed a hand on his arm. “Be careful.”
He nodded and slipped into the room. There were some shouts of outrage – all from Norma, followed by a few crashes and then silence.
They waited a few moments. “Maybe she killed him,” suggested Jessie with an anxious grimace.
Her fears were unfounded as Brian walked out the room with his arm around Norma. He was smiling down at her while she gazed at him, adoringly. “I apologize for what happened, Director,” said Brian, never taking his eyes off Norma. “I’m taking Norma home, right, sugar plum?” The last part was directed at Norma.
“Whatever you say, snookums,” simpered
Cutter snarled, and she stroked his arm. Her hedgehog only felt a little thrill over his possessive attitude. “Try not to blame Wayne for this. He was a perfect gentleman.”
“Humph. Just know that if this hadn’t worked, I would have killed Wayne before I let him make you happy.”
Lucie snickered. “I’d expect nothing less.” She sobered. “What about Norma? Is she okay?”
“Hmmm?” He nuzzled her neck. “Oh, I’m sure she’s fine. I think maybe we should go home and enjoy the rest of Valentine’s Day. And try to forget what happened today.”
She wriggled in his grasp. “Well, I do have that new nightie.”
“Ah, yes, I think seeing you in that again will replace a few bad memories.” She yelped as he scooped her into his arms. “Let’s go, mate.”
She stroked his cheek, and her hedgehog simpered. “True love, huh?”
Cutter snorted. “Was there ever any doubt?”
*
“So, what are we going to do with the rampaging warthog in there?” asked Jessie, wringing her small hands. “I mean, we need to do something, I feel like I have a target on my back.”
“Gerry! Let me out so we can mate!” snarled Norma through the door.
“Maybe she’ll get bored of me,” suggested Gerry, hopefully, but also a little wryly.
Jessie slapped his arm. “Stop fishing for compliments, you know the idea of falling out of love with you is unbelievable to me.”
He smirked. “Sorry, sweetheart. But I do think the seller will be able to help. If they’re strong enough to create the love dust, then they can find a cure. Under threat of being locked in a room with Cutter for an hour, pretty much anyone can be motivated to do anything.”
“I hope Cutter managed to turn Lucie back to normal. I don’t think I can live with the fallout of the two of them splitting up.”
“Wayne called a moment ago to say he spotted Cutter running out the building with Lucie slung over his shoulder. Apparently, she was giggling and waving at people as she went. I don’t think we have to worry.” The gator shifter had been more than a little relieved to relate that titbit of news.
“Gerry! Hurry up! Five minutes with me and you’ll forget all about that floozy squirrel!”
“Is it me or is she getting more obnoxious?” whispered Jessie.
“I heard that!” yelled Norma, making Jessie jump.
Gerry looked up at the door a moment before Brian, the moose shifter from the Tau team raced through it. And the one rumoured to have a crush on Norma.
“Director Sanders,” he panted, his face red and beaded with sweat but still managing to defer to his superior. “Where is she?”
“Norma?” Gerry frowned. “In there, chained to the toilet.” He inclined his head to the bathroom.
Brian ran a hand through his thinning hair. “Key, please.”
Gerry raised an eyebrow but wordlessly handed it over. Brian strode towards the bathroom, and Jessie placed a hand on his arm. “Be careful.”
He nodded and slipped into the room. There were some shouts of outrage – all from Norma, followed by a few crashes and then silence.
They waited a few moments. “Maybe she killed him,” suggested Jessie with an anxious grimace.
Her fears were unfounded as Brian walked out the room with his arm around Norma. He was smiling down at her while she gazed at him, adoringly. “I apologize for what happened, Director,” said Brian, never taking his eyes off Norma. “I’m taking Norma home, right, sugar plum?” The last part was directed at Norma.
“Whatever you say, snookums,” simpered
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