Page 13 of Her Sweet Surrender
Turning to Sir, he said with a grin, “Talk about a gift to you. You get to sit back and relax while you watch your kiddo entertain herself with the cats.”
Sir smirked. “Hmm…it seems you thought of everything.”
His eyes flashed with excitement. “Oh, I have!”
Placing an arm around Brie’s shoulders, he started walking her to the door. “This is going to be simple, really…”
He stopped for a moment and spoke to Ghost, who still seemed wary of Hope. “Don’t forget to give your old man some crap while I’m gone. And, remember, you can always escape to the cat carrier if things get a bit much with the kid.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be watching them closely,” Sir assured him.
Shadow broke away from Hope and walked up to Master Anderson. He stared at the Dom without blinking his eyes.
“I’ve never seen a cat so full of himself,” he snorted.
Brie giggled. “Is it possible you’re a little jealous of him because Cayenne loves Shadow more than you?”
Master Anderson looked at her in shock. “How dare you suggest such a thing, young Brie. Of course she loves me best.”
Laughing harder, Brie told him, “Sorry to burst your bubble, Master Anderson, but that’s the fate of protective fathers.”
“I’ll forget you ever said that.” He grabbed her hand, heading toward the door. Taking her to his truck, Master Anderson opened the passenger door and handed her a box wrapped in brown paper. “Be careful with these.”
He picked up a larger box for himself before shutting the door and walking toward Rytsar’s home. “Damn, this is going to be fun!”
Master Anderson was famous for his pranks—his creativity and thoroughness in executing them were legendary. But, in all the years she’d know him, Brie had never seen him quite this excited.
“I heard that Durov is back in Russia for a stint and figured this was the best time to strike.”
Looking at the box she carried, Brie asked, “What’s in here?”
“I’ll let you know in a minute.” A crooked smile spread across his face as they strolled up to the porch. He placed his box down and took hers, setting it on top.
“Now, ring the doorbell.”
Brie had no idea what she was getting herself into and held her breath as she pressed it. Little Sparrow started barking, but no one answered.
“No one seems to be home.”
“That’s what I wanted to verify. Could you type in the code to unlock the door, young Brie?”
Her heart raced. “You want me to break into his house?”
Master Anderson raised an eyebrow. “It’s no different than when you two broke into my house, now is it? Turnabout is fair play, but this time there won’t be any interruptions.” He turned away from her. “Go ahead. I won’t peek.”
Brie felt wickedly naughty as she typed in the code and heard the lock slide back. “I hope he can forgive me…”
“He’ll be thanking you, often and profusely. Trust me.”
He picked up the box wrapped in brown paper and smiled. “Now you can unwrap the box.”
Brie ripped at the brown paper and then let out a gasp when she saw what it was.
Master Anderson’s green eyes twinkled in mirth. “The only proper payback for the whoopee cushion incident, wouldn’t you say?”
She put a hand to her mouth, giggling. “You are sobad, Master Anderson.”
“I’m so good, you mean. That poor Russian had no idea what he unleashed when he pranked me in my own home.”
