“Yeah, grandpa. Before they knew how to build a plane, I’m sure.”
That was all Tony had to hear.
Tony gasped.
“Did he just call me old? I still got swivel in my hips, whippersnapper,” he said. “Don’t let the salt and pepper in my hair confuse you. I earned this gray by working with her!” he said, pointing at Elizabeth.
Oh, lordy.
Someone was out of control.
Elizabeth pleaded with theONLYperson on this planet who had the ability to control Tony.
“Jaxon? Your man?” she asked. “Can you take him down a notch before I make sure he’s never able to walk normal again because my boot will be in his ass—permanently?”
Because her boss looked stressed to the max, she handled it.
She slapped her husband on the arm.
“You’re making the boss twitchy. Stop it, or she’ll send you back to DC and I’ll be the one here working. Do you want that?”
Oh, he didn’t like that.
Not.
At.
All.
Where she went, he was going to be right there beside her. Their kids were at the daycare, and they had business to handle.
Boney business.
Before Tony could start his normal shit, Elizabeth went there. Oh, never let it be said she didn’t know the nut well.
“Where is your spider?” she asked, going there, here and now, so the newbies could see that she wasn’t playing if they had‘exotic pets’.
He smiled.
“At home in her cage. I have a spider sitter taking care of her.”
Oh, well, she knew when Tony was throwing shade, or lies. She’d worked with him a long damn time to know he’dNEVERleave his spider, snake, or prized bug collection at home for this long.
BULLSHIT.
Instead of taking his word for it, she was going to make sure that disgusting, hairy menace was not lurking in his pockets, or gear.
No.
Freaking.
Way.
Instead, she whistled, and Ivan appeared. He held out a box, and Elizabeth wasn’t playing.
Tony wasn’t happy.
“Come on. You killed Eve. Let Morticia live. She’s not hurting anything. She’s a good spider. She doesn’t even bite!”