“Amie?” she checks.
“Strawberry shortcake crepes and a big honkin’ piece of chicken fried steak with white gravy. Thanks, Valerie. Oh! And home fries.”
Valerie smiles wide while thumbing it into her phone.
Amie explains, “The crepes are for me. The rest is for Puppers.” She rubs her belly.
“Best throw a fried ham steak in there, too, Val,” Robert quips. “Alpha fetuses love ham steak. Valerie ate one almost every day when she was carrying Jason.”
“Not every day,” Val rolls her eyes.
“Mm. Yum,” Amie replies. “But I’ll pass this time.”
I feel all kinds of awkward when Amie grabs my hand and pulls me away, taking us into the stairwell that leads up to Cat and Stan’s apartment.
“You didn’t cave. I’m shocked,” Amie says. “That moon stuff last night was pretty powerful.”
I stumble toward her and she understands my unspoken request by catching me and hugging me tight.
“I tried,” I whisper into her hair. “Turned up at Tyson’s cabin last night and jumped his bones. But he turned me down.”
Amie gasps in shock. “That’s so… so…”
“Mortifying?”
“Gallant! Romantic! He didn’t do it because it wasn’t really your decision.”
“I thought it might be Fate trying to nudge things along,” I tell her. “But he told me I was moon drunk and said he didn’t want me to hold it against him afterwards.”
She grabs my shoulders and jiggles me kind of hard. “Oh girlfriend! You should reward him immediately by letting him give youthe business!”
Her face changes and she gives me a look of sympathy. “But… that must have been awful to be needing him like that and getting nothing.”
“Between you and me?” I ask.
She leans in, ready.
I add, “And Ivy, because I’m sure you’ll feel like you have to tell her.”
“Oh totally. She’ll redrum me in my sleep if I try to keep a juicy Jailey secret from her and I suspect you’re about to give me one.”
“Jailey?”
“Yup. Yourshipname.” She grins. “What’s the juicy secret?”
It’s more likely the other way around. Amie is more likely to commit violence for not getting the scoop on something than Ivy. Though Ivy was pretty aggressive with me the other day.
“You can tell Ivy if you swear her to secrecy.”
“Of course. You can trust us both.”
“I jumped him and kinda…dry-humped him,” I whisper.
Her mouth drops and her eyes bulge. “Whoa. And how did he take that?”
“He took it,” I respond. “He took it without losing control and claiming me. Does that mean he doesn’t want me as bad as he did?”
“Did he push you off?”