Page 28 of How to Rescue Your Surprise Baby

Ah, fuck.Telos scowled and stomped on his own heart, turning to the door. “Anyway, Estie’s hungry. I need to acquire some formula for her.”

Before he could take another step, a car pulled up in front of their suite. All of them looked up.

“Who’s here?” Crush asked suspiciously.

Telos recognized the purr of the engine, and one of the heartbeats in there. His heart leaped. “That’s Hilly-Billy.”

Mav groaned. “What’s Hadley doing here?”

“Saving your scaly butts,” Hadley chirped from outside the suite.

Doors slammed. Footsteps thumped. Telos hurried to the front door because he had a growing list of things he needed Hilly-Billy to do, and some of them were more urgent than the rest. “Hills. With me, please.”

Hilly-Billy pushed his square glasses up his nose, a large storage box under his arm. It really completed his IT guy look. “Sure. Where do you want me?” He waggled his eyebrows and gave an exaggerated wink. “I’ll do anything you desire.”

“Thanks for painting a terrible image of me,” Telos grumbled.

Mav snorted, before turning to his own butler. “Why areyouhere?”

“I, ah, volunteered some of your clothes,” Hadley said. His preferred shape was a tall, thin elderly man with a curled mustache and a fancy haircut, and he loved his three-piece butler suits. “For Estie. Since she needs them. It’s a bit of an emergency.”

Mav froze. A tiny wave of surprise hit Telos, followed by anger and something else that Telos couldn’t identify.

“You can’t expect us to wrap her in a huge shirt until we acquire new, spelled baby clothes,” Hilly-Billy said.

On cue, Estie burst into flames—every single inch of her skin was on fire, barely held in by Telos’ spelled shirt.

Telos didnotalmost drop her. “I’ve got this!”

Hilly-Billy barely held in his eyeroll. “You don’t have enough spelled clothing to last this entire mission, either.”

Hadley shook his head disappointedly. “You’d be so screwed without us.”

“Thanks, I really appreciate you guys,” Telos said brightly before Mav could order Hadley to take the clothes back. “Now, Minion. I need your help. Which room is mine?”

“You’re sharing with Mav,” Ace said.

Holy ass-wiping corn-eating monkey brains!Telos managed to keep his swearing inside his head. Instead, he breathed out, and turned in the direction Ace pointed.

Hilly-Billy fell into step next to him. “Aww, aren’t you such a sweetheart? You even have Brother Master’s lil nose!”

“Which is your nose, too. Congrats, you’re an uncle.” Telos handed Estie over, and Hilly-Billy greeted her by turning his hair red. Estie kicked her feet excitedly.

“C’mon, Hills.” Telos led the way to his room, hoping like hell Mav hadn’t peeked into his bags. “About your other task.”

Hilly-Billy perked up, sharp eyes gleaming. “Ah.” He closed the door behind them, following closely.

“Do you have a bag for transport? Smell-proof.”

“Of course. It’s in the car. I’ll get it along with Estie’s formula and bottle.”

“Go.”

Hilly-Billy nodded and disappeared from the room. While Telos and Estie waited, Telos pulled his duffle closer to himself, opening its side zipper.

All he needed was to make the transfer into Hilly-Billy’s bag, and Mav’s cum-stained shirt would be home safe. With Mav none the wiser.

He set Estie on one of the two queen-sized beds and surrounded her with pillows so she couldn’t roll off. Then he carefully drew out Mav’s shirt—already wrapped in a trash bag—and further wrapped it in the bag from this room’s trash can.

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