Page 168 of Papa's Bébé
“Please just come with me,” she begged. “I could have tried to sneak off without you, but I’m trusting that you’ll help me.”
Merde.
What was he supposed to say to that? He guessed he could go with her and if he didn’t like what she had to say, he could turn the car around and take her home.
“I don’t likewhat you have to say,” Matthieu told her as he pulled onto the street where Millie said she’d found the puppy farm.
He parked and turned to her with a stern expression on his face. Maya bit her lip nervously.
This was the tricky part. Getting him to agree to help her and Millie rescue the puppies. She’d told him about Millie following David after the puppy yoga class to see where the puppies were being kept. But she hadn’t mentioned the part about rescuing them yet.
He turned as someone approached from across the street and knocked on the window.
“It’s Millie,” she told him.
Matthieu shot her another look before unlocking the car. Millie climbed into the back.
“Good, you brought a car that can fit the puppies,” Millie said. “I was getting worried that you weren’t coming.”
“Matthieu was driving like a grandma,” she said, turning to Millie. “I couldn’t get him to speed up.”
“Just because I didn’t want to drive like a maniac, doesn’t mean I was going slow. Getting caught speeding by the cops in this town isn’t a good idea.”
Yeah, Maya knew he was right.
“Well, you’re here now,” Millie said. “I’ve used the time to come up with a plan.”
Millie had on black yoga pants and a black sweater. Maya didn’t know her well, but she’d never seen her wear black. And there were no dinosaurs in sight.
“I’m going to hazard a guess that Spike doesn’t know you’re here,” Matthieu said to Millie.
“Of course not!” Millie replied. “Sheesh, do you think I’m an idiot? There’s no way Spike would approve of this.”
“And what makes you think I’m not going to tell him?” Matthieu asked.
“I didn’t take you for a snitch,” Millie said to Matthieu.
Maya tensed.
Uh. How was Matthieu going to react to that? He wouldn’t get upset with Millie, would he? Matthieu seemed remarkably calm in most situations, but still, being called a snitch was never a good thing.
“You can call me a snitch if you like,” Matthieu replied evenly. “I would rather be known as a snitch than you get hurt and I did nothing to prevent it.”
“I’m not going to get hurt,” Millie scoffed.
“You trailed David here,” Matthieu pointed out. “He could have spotted you at any time and confronted you, hurt you. You’ve been spying on this house until we got here, apparently. From the photos that Maya showed me, you had to have been up high to take some of them. I’m guessing a tree or something of similar height. Something that you could have easily fallen out of, hurting yourself.”
“I was fine,” Millie muttered. “I didn’t fall or even scratch myself.”
“Good. Because I hate to think of Spike’s reaction if you had,” Matthieu said in a dark voice. “I can only imagine what he’s going to say about you sneaking onto that property and taking photos through the window. I’d be willing to bet that he would tell you how foolish and risky that was. And then I’d be willing to bet good money that you won’t sit comfortably for a week.”
Maya winced. Oh no. She should never have told Millie and Livvy about the puppies. And she definitely shouldn’t have letMillie follow David. This was her problem and she had no right getting anyone else involved and risking their safety.
“I’m so sorry!” Maya cried, drawing their attention to her. “This is my fault. Blame me. You can tell Spike it’s my fault. He can spank me instead.”
As soon as she said that, she wished the words back. She didn’t really want anyone spanking her.
“He will not be spanking you,” Matthieu said in a dark, cold voice.
