Page 92 of My Pleasure

“What? I did say it would be later.”

Kiera added cheese to her taco. “It’s nice having friends.”

“Wor,” Meryn said, once again with a full mouth.

Hunter shook his head, then looked down at Kiera. “How about tomorrow after we win the custody petition, we sit down and hammer out the details of our new house.”

Kiera nodded excitedly. “I’ve never really had my own place. I rented all the time.”

Hunter took a bit of his taco, practically eating the whole thing in one go. He swallowed. “We’ll need extra time to plan all the rooms.”

Kiera frowned. “It will be mostly standard right?”

Hunter shook his head. “We’ll need space for all the kids’ rooms.”

“Keran and Nicol?” Kiera asked, still not seeing the problem.

Rory chuckled. “Kiera, Armstrongs tend to have lots of kids. I’m one of four and Hunter is one of three. As you know, that’s a lot for paranormals.”

“Four?” she asked, feeling faint. “Four, more?”

Hunter shrugged. “We can’t have too many.”

“Oh yes, we can,” she argued.

Meryn rubbed her belly. “Get through one first. This shit is hard.”

Aiden nodded absently. “It really is.”

Kiera poked Hunter in the side. “You’re assuming we’ll win the petition.”

His answering grin was devious. “Let’s just say Ma and Dad are packed and ready to take Keran and Nicol to visit their Great-Aunt Tabitha in Lycaonia tomorrow morning depending on our text.”

“Hunter!” she gasped. “Is that legal?”

He kept eating as he smiled.

Rory answered. “Technically, yes. Kinda. Augustus could explain it better.”

Meryn snorted. “I would love to see what the perimeter around Lycaonia would do with your uncle if he tried to get them back. It might see him as a feral.”

Kendrick tilted his head. “Why would you think he’s feral.”

“Evil douche equals feral,” Meryn explained.

“Not always,” Kendrick pointed out.

Meryn added banana peppers to her third taco. “We need feral detectors.”

Aiden growled. “We used to have a method, until those damn necklaces. You used to be able to smell them a mile away.”

“What about your goggles?” Meryn asked.

“We use those to find the invisible ones,” Aiden said.

Meryn chewed slowly, then swallowed. “I’m curious if ferals register at a lower temperature than normal paranormals, you know from being like kind of rotting.”

Kendrick and every warrior present stared at her.