Whose Bed Have Your Claws Been Under: Chapter 14

I rose to my feet and bowed deeply to Paige, taking her hand. I kissed it, grinning up at her.

“We need to tell them I’m not a princess,” she whispered.

“Nah, let them think they’re entertaining royalty. It’ll give them something to brag about later.”

Her conspiratorial grin sunk through my bones. Definitely needed to get her alone with some chocolate syrup.

“If one of you will come over,” Bart said. “I’ll give you the prize.” He waved a hoof to the tall silver bag sitting on a nearby table.

I strode over and grabbed the bag, peeking inside while I walked back to Paige. I sank down beside her and shot her a mischievous smile. “You won’t believe what’s in here.”

“What’s in there?” she asked.

I tugged out a bottle of bubble bath and a sponge on a wooden stick.

“Oh, that must be from Grannie Vi,” Paige said with a giggle. “Thank you, Grannie Vi!”

“They’re not from her,” I whispered.

“Actually, they’re from us,” Monica said. “It’s a gag gift, though you’re welcome to use it any way you’d like. There are bathtubs in all the bedrooms.”

I’d already noted the big claw-footed tub sitting near my windows. Paige’s room had one as well?

“I have some ideas for that bubble bath,” Paige said, taking the sponge from my hands. She winked my way and lowered her voice. “If someone could locate some chocolate, we might be able to have a party.” She nudged her chin to the tray that had held the mugs of cocoa, where a brown bottle of syrup sat. “I have a few ideas for that.”

“Actually,” I said softly. “Grannie Vi’s prize is still in the bag. Are you open to giving me carte blanche with the prize and the chocolate?”