“Well?” Blayne asked again.
“She’s fine. Let’s just leave it at that.”
“What do you mean, she’s fine? Fine okay? Or fine as in she’s resigned to a life of loneliness without Vic?”
“Uh . . . well . . .” Gwen looked at her feet, bit her lip.
“Gwenie?”
The tigon cleared her throat. “Vic’s with her.”
“Oh! Good. Are they talking?”
“Talking? No. They’re not talking.”
“They’re not?” Blayne winced. “That’s not good.”
“I wouldn’t say that, either.”
Blayne studied her friend. “What are you trying to say?”
“Yeah,” one of their teammates asked, “what are you trying to say?”
“I’ll just say this,” Gwen teased, “they were in the bathroom annnnnd . . . skates-up, ladies. Skates-up!”
Blayne knew she was blushing even while the rest of her team laughed and applauded, but she couldn’t help it. “In the bathroom, dude?”
“Like you haven’t gone skates-up in the bathroom with Novikov.”
“I didn’t say that, either . . .” Laughing, Blayne covered her face and Gwen dropped her elbow on Blayne’s shoulder.
“Good work, crazy girl,” Gwen whispered. “Another perfect Blayne match.”
“Oh, shut up.”
CHAPTER 27
About, a felony assault, and a good fuck in the Sports Center bathroom while she had her skates on, and Livy was ready to go home. But no one had asked her what she wanted. Instead, her team, the Babes, had preyed on poor, defenseless Vic. He’d worked the feline out of him by fucking her. Once the cat was gone, all that was left was a weak-willed grizzly who couldn’t stand up to a few perky broads.
So, where was she now? A bar. Something else she wouldn’t mind. A good felony was always nicely topped off with a stiff drink. But this wasn’t just a bar . . . it was a karaoke bar in the Village. A group of the wild dogs who lived across the street from the brownstone were in attendance. Not all of them, though. The wild dogs split up their activities so there was always a group with the pups. It seemed nice, but Livy wasn’t sure she could deal with that many people in her life, all day, every day. She barely tolerated having to deal with herself, much less a crowd.
“I don’t believe it,” Vic muttered with a snarl.
Livy looked up from her untouched shot of vodka, her nose twitching as it continued to heal. “What?”
“It’s your cousins.”
Uh-oh.
“I’ll make sure they don’t start anything with—”
“That’s not what’s bothering me. Jake is with them. I told him to stay and protect the Jean-Louis Parkers.”
Livy waved that off. “Coop, Cherise, and Kyle are with the wild dogs across the street. Coop wants Kyle to be around other children. Normal children. Or as normal as wild dogs can be . . . which, when you think about it, is a hell of a lot more normal than any of the Jean-Louis Parkers. Coop texted me, and I made him promise to stay with the Packs until we get back tonight.”
“The Packs?”
“Some of the Smiths are there. They never leave the wild dogs on their own now that Jess Ward’s hillbilly spouse has a spawn.”
Vic smiled. “That was so romantic.”
“I’m all about true love.”
Then she laughed. Although even Livy had to admit it sounded a bit sinister.
“Hey, cousin,” Jake said as he sat down in their booth. “And her giant boy toy.”
Jake took Livy’s vodka and swallowed it in one gulp. He stuck his tongue out, disgusted. “You call that vodka?”
“I tried to tell her,” Vic complained.
“What are you two . . . friends now?”
They didn’t answer. Vic just pushed his vodka over to Jake. Her cousin took it, drank it, and grinned.
“You really should listen to this man.”
“I am Russian,” Vic said in a thick accent. “Vodka I know.”
“I hate you,” Livy admitted, “because you sound really hot when you do that accent.”
Vic leaned in and murmured in that damn accent, “I can do it more . . . just for you.”
“Stop it. We’re stuck here ’cause of you.”
“Who can turn Blayne down? There were tears.”
“With Blayne there’s always tears! And it works on every one of you pathetic males.”
“You’re the one doing her wedding,” Vic reminded her.
“For a fuck-load of money, hybrid.”
Jake smiled. “You two make a cute couple.”
“Shut up,” Livy shot back.
Having been told to shut up lots of times by Livy, Jake was more interested in what was happening on the stage.
“What the hell am I listening to?”
“Someone’s really bad version of ‘The Safety Dance.’ ” She stared at Jake and said it again. ” ‘The Safety Dance.’ ”
Jake patted Livy’s shoulder and stood. “Now, now. No need to get homicidal. Jake is here to handle everything.”
Vic watched Jake make his way to the stage. “What did he mean? What’s he going to handle?”
Feeling surprisingly playful, Livy stared at Vic and said with deep meaning, “You don’t want to know, baby. You don’t want to know.”
Jess giggled and pressed her face into Bobby Ray Smith’s neck.
“That ain’t right, y’all,” he said, laughing. “Callin’ that sort of thing ‘skates-up’ is just wrong.”
“If your skates are resting on his shoulders . . . that’s skates-up,” Gwen explained, her hand wrapped around a bottle of Guinness, her butt on Lock’s lap. “Although the height difference is so huge between the two, they were really resting on his arms.”
Blayne smiled, very happy to be here with her friends and her mate.
“Hey, Gwen.” Jess took a bottle of ice-cold Coke from the waitress. “I heard your dad’s coming in for the wedding.”
“He is.”
Jess’s face dropped. “I thought you’d be happy about that.”
“I am. But he’s bringing his sisters. That means my mother and her sisters against my dad’s sisters. She-lions versus She-tigers. That I do not look forward to.”
“My uncles will attempt to keep them busy,” Lock reminded her. “I believe they are looking forward to it.”
“My father’s sisters will chew them up and spit them out. But I’m relatively certain your uncles will enjoy that while it lasts.”
Mitch came over to the table. Brendon had gone to be with Ronnie Lee and his baby, which Blayne was starting to secretly worry was possessed with a demon of some kind. Or maybe that was just what happened when one combined feline and canine DNA.
Mitch tried to sit in the booth, but that would mean Bo would have to get out of his way. With Blayne on his lap, Bo didn’t seem inclined to bother.
“Could you move?” Mitch asked.
“I could . . . but I won’t.”
Rolling his eyes, Mitch grabbed a chair from one of the other tables and slammed it down in front of them. “There are honey badgers here,” he announced.
“I thought you liked Livy,” Blayne said, sipping her sugar-free Mountain Dew.
“Not just Livy. There’s a bunch of them now.”
Gwen lifted her head a bit. Nodded. “And one of them is heading for the stage.”
“But I was enjoying the wild dog version of ‘The Safety Dance.’ ”
Bo shook his head at Blayne. “No, you weren’t. Please don’t lie.”
“I was trying to enjoy it. Okay? Happy now?” She crinkled up her nose a bit. “I’m not sure I’m in the mood for a song that a honey badger would sing, though.”
“Why not?”
“One time at the Sports Center I saw Livy sitting on the floor, wearing earbuds. I asked her what she was listening to. Turns out it was the Lords of Acid. Tech music with a lot of singing about fucking, which I’m fine with. But what freaked me out was that she was just sitting there. Like she was meditating. Who listens to dance music that talks about fucking and doesn’t move?”