“Shifters mate humans all the time. Some of the ladies here were human before they mated,” I point out.
“I took a chance.”
“How do you know about Saphira?” Things are adding up. I realize Shade has his hands in all kinds of pots, but there is something he’s not telling me.
“Is she perfect?” he asks instead of answering.
“Of course,” I growl. “She’s everything.”
“Is she the mate to both of you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I had hoped.”
“Are you a fairy godfather on the side?” I ask.
“I like that. I should print business cards.”
“Asshole. How do you avoid answering questions so easily?”
“Practice.”
“Lots of it,” I mutter. “How’s Mom?”“About her—”
“What’s wrong?” I straighten.
“Nothing,” he assures me. “Nothing with her.”
“Tell me,” I demand.
“Your mom is on her way,” he says. “She knows where you are.”
“Of course she is,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I knew she couldn’t wait.”
“She complained that her sons had no game. Whatever the fuck that means. She wanted to meet her new daughter and left early. I would expect her by the evening.”
“Shit. How are we supposed to‘have game’when our mom is in the middle?” I complain.
“Get creative,” he says.
“Sure.” I look toward the house. It’s too small to have Mom with us in it. There won’t be any more mornings like this one.
“Send her to Sally,” Shade says.
“How do you know Sally?” I ask, alert. “How do you know about this place?”
“I know a lot of things,” he says. “Just trust me.”
“I’ve known you for a long fucking time. I do trust you, even if you hide way too much,” I grumble.
“So, keep doing it,” he says.
“Sally will love her.” I’ll probably have to bail them out of jail.
“I agree.” I hear the clack of his keyboard. “There is something else.”
“What?”