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on the ever-growing stack.  Roxy dragged one
of the big heavy solid wood dining room chairs over to the stove so she could
help.  It was not the first time she had seen the small child do that, at least
this time she was not staring open-mouthed at the child’s shape-shifter
strength.  Cassie tucked her up close on the chair and helped her pour the
already mixed batter.  Between the pouring and the flipping. she wasn’t sure
which made the most mess when Roxy did it.  Clytie was wondering why Cassandra
seemed overly satisfied at each spill and dribble when she had to know Ben was
going to lose his mind.  She liked a clean kitchen as well as the next person,
but Cassie’s mate took it to OCD extremes.
    “You do know that Ben is
going to see this mess eventually?” she asked Cassie, watching another glop of
batter hit the stove top.
    Cassandra threw an evil
smile her way and waggled her eyebrows.  “Oh, yeah.  And I’m not even going to
wipe it up before it dries like that.  He’ll go insane .”
    “And this is a good
thing?” Miley asked absently watching them, but her eyes seemed to stick to
Clytie no matter what was going on.
    “Absofreakinglutely.”
    “May I ask why you are
trying to drive one of your mates out of his ever-loving mind?” Clytie asked,
watching Roxy stick her tongue between her teeth and concentrate on pouring the
batter perfectly, and splattering it around the pan anyway.
    “Two reasons,” Cassie
said, starting the next rasher of bacon going.  “One, he swore left and right
that he was not up to something, when clearly he was very much in the
know if he was freakin’ ring shopping, and two,” she reached over and covered
Roxy’s ears with both her hands.  Her smile got decidedly wicked.  She waggled
her brows again, “When he gets mad.  Bow chicka bow wow .”
    Liam spewed his coffee
all over the island.  Ian wiped at his arm and looked at him in disgust.  “Dude,
what did we talk about?”
    “Victoria’s Secret
models?”
    Ian smacked him upside
the head.  “The other thing,” he muttered.  When Liam just looked at him, and
then his eyes immediately went back to Cassie at the stove more than once, Ian
sighed.  “Attempt to be cool.”
    “Right,” Liam answered,
but you could tell his mind was on other things.  Cassie caught his glazed eyes
and rolled her own, going back to the pancakes.
    “What, by all that is
holy , is happening here?”
    Oops.  Ben is back.  His
eyes took in the mess in his kitchen, then the evil grin his mate was flashing
him, and narrowed.
    “Yes, dear,” she asked, “you
wanted to say something?”
    Everyone heard the low
growl before he started prowling forward.
    “Who was at the gate?”
Clytie asked, trying unsuccessfully to mask her laughter.
    Mac came in behind Ben.  “Your
sister is here.  Crow didn’t recognize her.”
    Clytie lost her smile.  Why
would he? Clytie thought.  Her sister had avoided her new home like they
carried the plague.
    Mac gave her a
sympathetic look, then switched his attention to Ian.  “Jordan is with her.” 
He gave Ian a hard look.  “Off limits to you, cub.” His voice was no nonsense
and the promise of mayhem was in his smoky eyes.
    Clytie looked at the boy
man in all his golden muscled glory, with that face and those eyes, and the
suggestive smile.  “Oh, no,” she muttered, hearing her sister coming down the
hall, while everyone but Demon piled into the family room. 
    “I don’t know why you
never told me about this place.”  Even Clytie could hear the heated whisper and
Jordan’s answer.
    “I figured you would come
see for yourself if you really wanted to know.”  The tone was pure teenage
angst, but the voice was both totally female and smooth as silk – pure Jordan. Clytie
could almost feel the sharpening of male teenage eyes at her back.
    “You don’t have to be
snippy, young lady.  I have a lot on my plate.”
    Before Jordan could say
anything else, Demon led