Jack shoved her out of the way with his muzzle. “Call your mother, Alysha.” Auntie Gwen sighed as she pushed Jack’s wing aside with her foot—even at a fraction of his full size, he took up most of the floor space in the apartment. “You have sixty seconds, then I’m calling Bea. You don’t want your mother to find out from Jane, and Bea will waste no time calling Jane to gloat.” “Auntie Bea has nothing to gloat about.” “Do you honestly believe that will matter?” Allie picked up her phone. “I should open the store . . .” “Joe’s got it. Call your mother.” Charlie thought of the likely fallout should Auntie Bea be the one to spread the news and shuddered. “She’s right, Allie.” “And your acknowledgment of that has made my day, Charlotte. Don’t chew on the dragon, Edward.” She reached down and pulled the tip of Jack’s tail out of Edward’s mouth.
