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“Of course.” He walked away to grab a glass as his phone pinged, letting him know someone was waiting at the gate. Odd. Damon had the code. All of his friends did. Surprise filled him as he spotted the driver of the vehicle.
Brody.
Fuck. Was the Fox coming? Autumn was sitting in the passenger seat and he couldn’t see anyone else. He doubted the Fox would let Brody drive if he was with him. But who knew how that man’s brain worked?
Spike let them in, watching as Steele’s car pulled in behind them.
Well, this was going to be interesting.
Grabbing a glass of pink fairy juice, he took it back to Mrs. Larsen. “Here. I’ll get you a seat.”
“Yes, I might need a seat after I add a bit of my own special juice to this.” She drew a flask out of her one-of-a-kind Spain bag. Spike thought the bags that Mrs. Spain created were kind of . . . interesting.
But what did he know about fashion?
“Mrs. Larsen!” Reverend Pat said in a shocked voice. “What do you think you are doing?”
“What?” Mrs. Larsen said. “It’s for medicinal purposes.”
“What is?” Mr. Spain asked loudly as he and Mrs. Spain joined them. “Oh, is that your special flask? Can I have some?”
“No, you can’t have any,” Mrs. Spain replied.
“Why not?”
“Because last time you had some of that special juice, you ended up line-dancing!”
And that was bad?
Spike gave Mrs. Spain a confused look.
“Naked!” she added.
Spike grimaced. Hmm. Yeah. That wouldn’t be good. For anyone.
“Excuse me, I have to go greet some guests. I’ll get some chairs for you all.” He stopped to speak to Razor and Ink, asking them to bring some more seats down.
Then he grabbed Millie. “Baby, more guests have arrived.”
“Effie?” Millie asked.
Effie and Millie had become good friends. But then, everyone who met Millie fell in love with her.
“Yeah. But also Brody and Autumn.”
Millie’s eyes widened before a large smile came over her face. “They came? That’s awesome!”
Spike grunted.
“Daddy, don’t be rude to them.”
“Not going to be rude to them.”
“It’s good that they came,” she said. “It can’t be easy for them, being attached to our furry friend.”
“Furry friend?” he asked.
“Yes, well, I don’t like to say his name out loud.”
