He didn’t do it. No big surprise there. He never did what she asked.

“Those aren’t your sheets,” Jenner pointed out.

“No. They’re Abe’s.”

“Why do you have Abe’s sheets?” Jenner asked.

“Because I said that I would wash them.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Sampson boomed as he came up the stairs.

“How is he not broke?” Tobias asked.

“What?” Jenner asked, sounding surprised.

“He swears more than I do. How has he not gone broke, paying into the swear jar?”

“That’s a good question.” Immy eyed Sampson. “Do you pay a dollar into the swear jar every time you say a swear word?”

“Course I do,” Sampson said without flinching.

“And how often do you take a dollar back out?” Jenner asked.

“Every time after I pay it in.”

“Hey! That’s cheating!” she cried.

“Guessing you guys don’t know why the swear jar exists,” Tobias said.

“What do you mean?” Jenner asked.

She glared up at Tobias. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

He grimaced. “Sorry, sweetness.”

“What does that mean, Immy?” Jenner asked.

Tobias finally set her down on her feet, only for Jenner to pick her up.

“Am I going to be allowed to walk again?” she cried.

“Hush. Now, tell me what the swear jar money is for,” Jenner demanded.

“I thought you just spent it on stuff around here or something,” Sampson said.

“It’s for a vacation. I’ve been saving my own money and the swear jar money for a family trip. With all of us. Which now includes Gray. So I need to save some more.”

Both Jenner and Sampson gaped at her.

“Although I might have had enough if Sampson wasn’t taking his money back out.”

“And I once borrowed a twenty when I needed some cash,” Jenner said, sounding guilty.

Rude.

“Where did you want to go?” Jenner asked.

“The happiest place on earth!” she cried “In Florida.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jenner asked in a soft voice. “I would have taken you.”

“Because I didn’t want you to have to pay for it. Well, other than the money you put in the swear jar. But you don’t swear as much as this guy.” She pointed her thumb at Sampson. “No one does, I don’t think.”

“Hey,” Sampson said without heat. “You were really saving for a holiday for all of us?”

“Yeah. But it’s not a surprise, now. I just wanted all of us to be together . . . the way we used to be.”

“Aww, Immy. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.” Jenner hugged her tight. “And I can add some more money to the pot.”

She shook her head. “No. I’m doing this. With a bit of help from you guys. But mostly me.”

“And me. I asked for a subscription rate,” Tobias said dryly.

“Hey! I want one of those too,” Sampson said.

“You were getting it for free for ages!” she cried. “You owe so much we can probably all go on vacation tomorrow.”

Sampson just shrugged.

“I can pay his share,” Jenner told her.

“Nope. No! Now, can I please get down? I need to stick Abe’s sheets in the wash.”

“Why the fuck are you washing Abe’s sheets?” Sampson demanded. “Christ. I’m gonna go broke now.”

“Welcome to the club,” Tobias told him.

“I’m washing Abe’s sheets because they need it. And I want to help him. He’s having a shower. I think he’s been feeling guilty about what happened with Maeve. Like it was his fault or something. Anyway, I’ve got him up and moving and I need to wash these sheets and get them back on his bed.”

“Wait,” Sampson said. “You were walking down the stairs with those?”

“Yes.” She glared at him.

“No Twizzlers for a week as punishment,” Jenner told him.

“Fair,” Sampson said.

“Not fair! All of you are being very mean to me right now.”

“I’ll carry them for you,” Tobias told her, bending over to pick them up.

“Do badasses wash sheets?” she asked.

“Badasses can do anything.”

Huh. Probably true.

“Actually, I can help,” Jenner muttered. “I’m sure you have other things you want to do, Tobias.”

She stared at Jenner in confusion. “But you can’t do laundry.”

“I can do laundry.”

“The one time you did it for all of us, you turned everything pink,” Sampson commented.

“That wasn’t my fault,” Jenner protested. “I didn’t know there was a red pair of socks in with the white sheets.”

“In fairness, I didn’t think the dye in those socks would run like that,” she said. “Although I thought you looked cute in that pink T-shirt, Sampson.”

Sampson glowered at her, and she had to hide her giggle.

“I did not.”

“Sampson had to go to work and everything else was dirty, plus he doesn’t fit anyone else’s clothes because of his ape-like shoulders. So he had to wear the pink T-shirt,” she told Tobias. “Honestly, he looked cute. Pink is his color.”

“Pink is not my color,” Sampson grumbled. Then he pointed to her. “And you’re in trouble for walking down the stairs carrying stuff.”

“Way to deflect from pink-gate,” she grumbled.

“There is no pink-gate. I’ll put the sheets in to wash,” Sampson said, picking up the sheets and stomping away.

That left her with just Tobias and Jenner. Standing on the stairs.

It might have been sexy if it wasn’t so awkward.

“Sooo, anyone read a good book lately?”

Jenner turned to give her a surprised look. Then his lips twitched. “Why? You got some recommendations for us?”

“I, um, what? No!”

“No?” He grinned over at Tobias. “Immy likes sexy books.”

“Hey!” She could feel herself growing bright red. “That’s private information.”

“She hid her eReader pretty quickly when I saw her reading it the other day,” Tobias said.

“I did not!” She totally had. She’d been in the middle of a spanking scene and it had been hot. She’d been getting all flustered and then Tobias had walked into the living room.

It was her fault, admittedly, for reading a sexy scene in an open area. She should have saved it for her bedroom. But she hadn’t wanted to stop reading to move. And she’d had plenty of accidents from walking into things while reading.

She didn’t need a repeat of the black eye incident from last year. That had been so embarrassing.

“I can believe it,” Jenner said.

All right, she really didn’t like them ganging up on her.

“You know what? I’m declaring that it’s family dinner night,” Immy said.

Jenner narrowed his gaze. “It is?”

“Uh-huh and I’m feeling creative.” She smiled at him sweetly as he grew pale. Turning, she started to bounce her way down the steps. While holding on with one hand. She wasn’t a fool.

“Now, Immy, there’s no need to get creative,” Jenner said desperately, chasing after her into the kitchen.

“What’s the problem if she wants to get creative?” Tobias asked curiously.

“There’s nothing wrong with me getting creative,” she said as she started pulling out random items. “I’m a great cook. You liked my shortbread.”

Tobias patted his stomach. “Sure did.”

“Yeah, because she followed a recipe,” Jenner said to him quietly. “When Immy follows a recipe, everything tastes amazing. When she gets creative, well, it’s a bit hit and miss.”

“It is not! My creative meals are amazing!”

Such a lie.

Jenner shot her a look telling her that he wasn’t buying what she was trying to sell. And she hid a smile. This was going to be so much fun.

Tobias stared down at Immy’s concoction.

He hadn’t been sure whether to believe Jenner when he said that Immy’s concoctions were hit and miss. He now thought the other man was being generous.

Because this definitely looked like a miss.

Then again, he wouldn’t be surprised if she’d deliberately turned this concoction into a mess.

Immy was so sweet and lovely.

But he could see she had another side.

And he had a feeling that this was her way of getting revenge.

It was a bit naughty, but he approved.

“What the fuck?” Sampson grumbled as he sat at the dining table. “Who let Immy make one of her concoctions?”

“Who pissed her off?” Abe asked as he sat next to Sampson. He looked a bit rough. There were dark marks under his eyes as though he hadn’t been sleeping. He was pale and thin.

Tobias knew he should probably feel sorry for him.

But, seriously, he needed to fucking get past it.

Sure, he’d been tasked with looking after Maeve. But he’d been caught out by surprise and he wasn’t trained for this shit.

“Whoever it was, they did a good job,” Isaiah commented. He didn’t look that great either. Apparently, he’d been doing some research into Maeve’s stalker.

Grant Robson.

Tobias didn’t like the stuff that Gray had found in Robson’s apartment. A notebook with some rules that were similar to the original Deity’s rules.

There was a copycat.

And the fact that Robson had gone after Maeve seemed to be some indication that Immy could be in danger too.

And that was something he definitely did not like.

Because no one got to threaten Immy. He’d be watching her even closer now. They all would be.

“Here we are. Last bit of food for family dinner.” Immy stared around at them all, beaming.

“Who are you getting revenge on?” Abe asked.

“Revenge? Whatever do you mean?” she asked innocently as Jenner stood and drew back her seat for her.

She stared up at him like he hung the moon and the stars and Tobias couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealousy. Jenner rested his hand on her shoulder.

“What even is this?” Isaiah forked some up, looking doubtful.

“I call it Immy’s Chicken Pot Pie. But with Hamburger Helper. And lots of ketchup. Yum. Yum. Dig in.”

Jenner sat and was the first one to bravely attempt Immy’s Chicken Pot Pie which had no chicken.

This girl was crazy.

And Tobias was here for it.

Jenner started to choke and grabbed a glass of water to swallow it down. “Immy? What the hell?”

“What? Is something wrong with it?” She forked up some to eat and Jenner smacked her hand.

She dropped the fork. “Hey!”

Tobias stiffened at the action. What the hell? He was about to jump up and reach over to give Jenner a taste of his own medicine when Jenner spoke.

“Don’t eat it,” he said in a hoarse voice. Then he swallowed several more mouthfuls of water. “Chili. So much chili.”

“There was? I only added a couple of tablespoons of that sauce that Isaiah got.”

“Oh shit. That stuff is made with Carolina Reapers,” Isaiah said. He ate some. “Ooh yep. This has got some heat.”

“Oops,” Immy said. “Sorry.”

Jenner shot her a stern look. “Oops? You know you don’t react well to chili and you put it in anyway. Two weeks without Twizzlers.”

“Hey, no! You can’t do that!”

“Just did. You would have been wheezing and coughing and maybe even vomiting. No Twizzlers. Two weeks.”

Immy pouted, but to his surprise, Jenner didn’t relent. He’d thought the other man might have caved.

Tobias really didn’t understand how these guys didn’t see that Immy was a Little, when they pretty much spent their time Topping her.