Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 27069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Damon!” Millie cried, throwing her arms around Spike’s brother-in-law.
“Hey, Millie,” Damon said in a softer voice as he wrapped his arms around her. “Thanks for inviting us.”
“Of course! You’re family.” She drew back to smile up at him.
Then Spike cleared his throat and tugged at her. “Want to let my girl go?”
“Not really.” Damon grinned at Spike.
She sighed. Silly men.
“Well, you have to, because I want a cuddle,” Grady said, stealing her from Damon to wrap her in a tight hug.
She was so glad they’d both found Effie. They seemed so much lighter. They smiled. And even though there was still darkness in their eyes, it seemed to lighten around the blonde bombshell.
Millie turned to give Effie, then Brooks, a hug.
“Come on! It’s time for the hunt to begin. Oh, first we need the Easter Bunny to hide the eggs.” She gave Spike a look.
He just shook his head at her. “No way.”
“Please, Daddy,” she pleaded. “Someone has to do it.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not going to be me. Not. Happening.”
14
“Okay, everyone listen to the rules. The Easter Bunny is currently hiding all of the Easter eggs for us to hunt. You all get a basket and you can go by yourself or with friends to find the eggs. But no Daddies are allowed to help.”
She gave the Daddies a stern look while her friends all giggled.
Silly Spike had pretended that he didn’t want to get dressed in the giant bunny suit that she’d made for him. But he secretly loved it.
“All of the dogs are inside,” Razor called out as he joined them.
“Thank you,” she replied. “We don’t want any dogs eating chocolate. Now, when you’re finished you can come back here and eat as many Easter eggs as you want. No one is allowed to stop you.”
Damon grinned. “I don’t think that’s an official rule.”
“Is too! I wrote it in my official Super-Duper Easter Egg hunt notebook.”
“Well, I’ll have to ask Spike about that,” Damon said.
“No need to do that. You know what snitches get.” She pointed at Damon menacingly.
Yeah, he looked suitably impressed.
As he should be.
“Right! The Easter Bunny should be about finished. Let’s go find some eggs!” she cried.
Whoops and hollers as well as laughter followed her as she led the way through the trees.
Huh. That was weird. Millie looked around. Where were the eggs? Where was Daddy hiding them?
“Um, Millie?”
She glanced over at Betsy, who held up a carrot. Then to Tabby, who was holding a potato. And Autumn, who had a parsnip?
What the heck?
“Easter Bunny! Easter Bunny!” she yelled.
She stormed off, ignoring her friends calling out to her to stop and wait for them. She caught sight of someone in the distance. A fluffy tail.
It didn’t quite look like a bunny tail. But it had to be Spike.
“Easter Bunny! Come back here! Where are our eggs and why are you leaving veggies!”
She ran off, aware that her friends were catching up.
“There he is!” He was crouched down, picking up their yummy eggs. “Get him, Littles!”
“Wait!” Brody called out. “That’s no bunny.”
Millie’s eyes widened as she took in the image. “It’s . . . it’s a fox!”
They all took a collective breath in and she turned to look at Autumn and Brody as they stared at each other.
“Daddy!” Autumn said.
Brody nodded. “Papa.”
The person in the fox costume . . . was actually the Fox?
Ooh, that trickster.
“I don’t care who he is, he’s stealing our chocolate!” Millie cried. “Let’s get him!”
Sunny and Betsy held her back.
“Let me at him!”
“What’s all this yelling?” Spike rushed up to them, the other Daddies with him. He had changed out of his costume.
“There’s a fox in these woods,” she told him. “And he’s a chocolate egg stealer.”
Spike’s eyes widened. “What? A fox?”
“The Fox,” Emme said with a frown. “But why is he stealing our eggs? Fox! Bring them back or I’m not going to be happy.”
“Same!” Sunny said with a frown.
“What the hell is going on?” Spike asked.
“Daddy!” Autumn called out. “Can you hear us? We want our eggs. Not veggies!”
“He left veggies?” Reyes asked. “That’s not weird at all.”
“All Little girls and boys need more veggies,” a voice said as a man in a fox costume stepped out of the woods, holding a basket filled with chocolate eggs.
Their chocolate eggs!
“Get him!” she cried, pointing at him.
Spike wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her up against him. Her feet were off the ground as she kicked her legs out as though she was running.
“Daddy! Let me go!”
“Nope. Not happening.”
“Fox, what are you doing?” Duke asked.
“Just trying to save their teeth and the sugar high,” the Fox replied. “I thought you’d all be happy with me? No?”
“Daddy, no!” Autumn stomped her foot.
“Hmm. Strange. You don’t want veggies instead of chocolate?” the Fox asked.
“We don’t.” There was a small smile on Brody’s face.