Page 88 of Defying the Relic Hunter

Dixon smiled. “Kizzy wears my mark on her ass.”

“Mark?” Ethan tone was deadly.

I jumped between them. “It’s a friggin’ tattoo, that I didn’t ask for. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Aw, darlin’, don’t be that way,” Dixon drawled.

“Stop it! Right now,” I hollered in my best mean mother voice. “This is Ella’s birthday and you’re not ruining it.”

Both men stared at me in astonishment.

“If you want to prove who has the biggest balls, we’ll have an Irish dance off.”

“A dance off?” To say Dixon was surprised would be an understatement.

Ethan smiled. “I accept.”

“Great.” I tapped my bracelet, found some Celtic music and hit play. “Who wants to go first?”

Ethan broke into an energetic Irish jig with a touch of hip-hop added in.Smack. Clap. Stomp. Stomp. Clap.

“He’s really good,” Xenia said.

“You should see his Tango.”

Ethan spun to a stop and challenged, “Top that.”

I watched in astonishment as Dixon stomped his feet in an intricate dance move. Holy hell, he was doing the Irish River Dance.

Xenia laughed and clapped her hands.

Several bikers joined in.Hop. Skip. Kick. Stomp. Hop. Skip. Kick. Stomp.

Ethan wrapped an arm around me. “You’re full of surprises.”

“This is a lot better than the two of you beating each other senseless.”

“Maybe.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my head.

Quinn popped in next to Xenia, watched the dancing for a moment then shook his head in disbelief. “Uncle Saul wants you back at the base. Now.”

“We need to say goodbye to Ella,” Xenia said.

Ethan sighed. “Make it quick.”

I spotted Ella on the carousel and climbed onboard. “Hey sweetie, we have to leave.”

Her shoulders slumped. “Now?”

“Sorry kiddo, but Xenia and I have to go catch a bad guy.”

“You gonna stomp on his pee-pee too?”

Xenia snickered.

I nodded solemnly. “You betcha I am.”

“Good.” Ella gave me and Xenia sticky kisses.

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