Page 37 of Dancing Moonbeam

“We’ve had that stupid hutch for over a century!” Jax growled. “Get down from there this instant!”

“It’s not my fault he threw a frying pan at my head!” Elvine screeched, pointing her weapon at Kalen. “He’s the one who missed my head and struck the hutch!”

Jaytee wisely stayed out of the argument. He had no desire to become a target for that flying frying pan.

“I specifically told you not to startle him!” Jax shouted, his anger rising. “Consider yourself lucky he threw a pan instead of ripping out your throat!”

This shit was threatening to tear apart the precious peace Jaytee had briefly experienced with his mate. He wanted to duct-tape Elvine and Jax and toss them both out into the backyard.

Damon snickered from behind him.

And my twin as well.

“And you!” Elvine whirled around to point her frying pan at Damon. Jaytee instinctively stepped to the side in case she decided to throw her pan at his twin. A pissed-off woman wielding a cast-iron frying pan was not something he wanted to mess with. “Learn proper measurements! Watching you scratch your crotch is downright disturbing.”

Jaytee coughed out a laugh.

Damon, on the other hand, was not so amused. He looked at her with wide eyes, his eyebrows reaching his hairline, and retorted, “Why were you spying on me in the first place?”

“Because she loves to snoop,” Raidh said, entering the kitchen with Jaytee’s oversized clothes hanging loosely on his small frame. He had to grip the side of the shorts just to keep them from falling off completely.

Damon squinted at Raidh. “You look like you’re playing dress-up in your dad’s clothes. Did you raid Kalen’s closet?”

“Shut it,” Jaytee snarled. “Or I’ll set Elvine on you. She’s armed with skull-cracking weapon and doesn’t seem afraid to use it.”

After seeing his mate’s life in that flash, Jaytee’s protectiveness toward Raidh had only intensified. He didn’t want anyone messing with his fairy, no matter how harmless their intentions might be.

“You want me to bonk him on the head for you, beefy tattooed giant?” She swished the pan like she was warming up for batting practice.

“I’ve questioned the friends you’ve made over the centuries, Jaytee, but come on.” Jax flapped his hand toward Elvine. “You’re scraping, bro.”

“Aren’t you the one who would have paid to see Raidh throw up on my back?” Jaytee arched an eyebrow.

“That’s…” Elvine wrinkled her nose and made a gagging sound. “What is wrong with men and their antics? I’m the one who is going to pray to the porcupine god if you keep talking about that gross stuff.”

Kalen frowned. “Don’t you mean porcelain god?”

“I don’t think you want to start pulling the string on Captain Spy Master. You might not like what unravels,” Raidh said before he looked up at Elvine. “What are you doing here, and how did you even find me, tulip?”

Tulip? Jaytee was going to let that go since Babe Ruth was still wielding her cast-iron weapon and might take offense if he got all growly at her best friend.

“I have a skin to pick with you.” She pointed an accusatory finger at Raidh. “I’ve been trying to call you for three freaking days! McSnarly over there said you’ve already been in trouble. Why haven’t you answered my calls?” she demanded.

“Bone.” Damon slapped the back of his right hand on his left palm a few times. “You have a bone to pick with him. Jesus.”

“Stop calling me names,” Jax said through gritted teeth. “It’s Jax, not McSnarly.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Pee off, McSnarly.”

Damon palmed his face. “She’s hopeless.”

“Stop trying.” Jaytee chuckled. “Besides, she’s entertaining.”

Like when she’d thought she could actually pull Jaytee’s big ass away from Raidh in that alley on the side of the café, only to dangle midair from his arm when he’d lifted it. Although Jaytee had to admit, he admired her fierce determination and her loyalty toward her best friend.

Anyone who was willing to fight a predator to save Raidh had Jaytee’s loyalty in return.

“Where on earth did you find these friends?” Elvine asked. “In a bargain bin?”

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