Page 70 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
Chaos rolled his eyes and gestured for the net with his hand. When Winter didn’t give it to him, the teen sighed, long and loud. “Fiiiiine. I promise.”
Winter offered a smile as he handed it over, and the kid grabbed it and marched away angrily, murmuring under his breath about annoying old men.
“He’s so adorable,” I said with a small laugh.
Winter snorted. “As much as I want to disagree with you, I can’t. Both the kids are cute.”
“They really are.”
Winter faced me. “We’re going to find a way to help them, right?”
I offered a smile. “Yeah, Win, we are.”
With a nod, he followed after them.
Thank goodness there were only five pixies left in the museum. Aeson caught one, Chaos caught two, and Lyric got the rest. We released them into the garden, putting the net out the door so the other pixies wouldn’t see us and attack again. None of us were going into the garden anytime soon. There was no doubt in my mind that they’d recognize us immediately.
“How much is this going to cost me?” Sharp asked.
I glanced at the twins and sighed. “Nothing. This was a favor for Aeson and Chaos.” At the blank look on the man’s face, I added, “Mortimer.”
Chaos wrinkled his nose at the use of his real name, but he gave me a nod since he knew the manager was an ass and wouldn’t have gotten it otherwise.
The manager’s expression was full of shock. “Really?”
“Yep.But…” I stepped in closer to him and handed him my business card. “The next time you have any kind of faeries inside your museum, call me, okay?”
The man grinned. “Deal. Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.”
I waved him off, then looked at Winter, Lyric, Aeson—with Sola on his shoulder—and Chaos—with Clucky on his—and I asked, “You guys ready to go?”
All four of them nodded at me, so we strolled back through the museum and out the front doors. Luckily, our cars were parked in the side parking lot, so we walked there together.
As far as I could tell, we’d caught all the pixies, but I figured I’d give the kids a net, just in case. I was sure the twins could easily catch any that were left, but I’d come back out if they needed me—and I was sure Winter would too.
We made our goodbyes with the manager, then headed out.
Finally.
Lyric was asking the kids about school again, so they were distracted while Win and I were taking our gear off at my truck.
Win quietly asked, “Hey, what do you think about inviting the twins to the cookout on Friday?”
“I… like the idea of inviting the twins. If they can’t come this weekend, maybe we can look at our calendar and find another time when we don’t have plans.”
For some reason, that made him stop what he was doing and stare at me.
When the staring went on for far too long, I asked, “What?”
His smile was slow but huge. “I love that you assume we have plans together.”
That made my face flush immediately. “I, um… uh… I just… uh, sorry.”
“Don’t you dare be sorry. I’m happy that you’re thinking inweterms. I like it. A lot.”
My cheeks flushed further. “Um… okay.”
He sighed. “If we didn’t have an audience, I’d kiss you right now.”
