Page 123 of Havoc's Fox

“I don’t know, I really, really love my daddy,” Harley said, nodding her head seriously.

Havoc stuck his tongue out at Emmalyn.

Emmalyn wrinkled up her nose. “Ewww.”

“We don’t let strangers in the house, Harley,” Havoc said.

“She’s not a stranger. She’s my Aunt Emmalyn. And she brought donuts!”

“Donuts?” Havoc asked, perking up a bit.

“I brought so many donuts and pastries we could eat them all day and not run out,” Emmalyn said.

“Ohhh, yeah. It’s time to get up,” Analise said.

“Okay, but still, why are you here, in my bed?” Havoc insisted.

“You want donuts or not?” Emmalyn asked.

“Yes.”

“Then be nice.” Emmalyn climbed off their bed, held her arms out for Harley, then walked to the bedroom door. “I have come to help. Let the wedding planning commence.”

“I already have a lot of it planned,” Analise said.

“But it’s probably not right. Besides, how much could you really have planned? You just got home from Boston last night. You need me.”

“Speaking of getting home last night, I think I have jet lag,” Havoc said. “Can you come back in a couple of hours? Or maybe, next week?”

“You don’t get jet lag flying from Massachusetts to Louisiana.”

“No, but the flight from Turkey the week before, coupled with the red-eye last night, could have given me jet lag.”

“Possibly, but not likely. Either way you’d best get used to it if you’re going to be with Analise every time she’s on a dig.”

“I’m not going on digs anymore. Only reason I had to go to Turkey is because they found pottery with paint that started to flake away the minute they took them out of the ground. I had to help stabilize it so they could complete the dig.”

“You’re still going to the museum as needed, though, aren’t you?” Emmalyn said.

“Part time.”

“Good! Fits in with my plans. I’m going to eat donuts. And cream puffs. And eclairs. Are you coming?” Emmalyn asked, walking out of Havoc’s and Analise’s bedroom as she put Harley down to run ahead of her.

Havoc looked at Analise. “What are her plans?”

“I don’t know. I guess we shall see.”

“I really want an eclair. Or three.”

“Then you better be nice to Emmalyn.”

“Can’t you bring me one?”

“I could. But if I get up, you have to get up.”

Havoc sighed. “Can I wait for the coffee?” He asked, leaning over and grabbing her from behind when she tried to get out of the bed, kissing the back of her neck and shoulders. “How about I pay Emmalyn to take Harley on one of her walks so we can have a few hours alone?”

“Let’s plan that for later. At the moment I hear clattering in my kitchen and I really want donuts. And to know what her plans are.”