A Grey Wolves Howliday (The Grey Wolves #14) by Quinn Loftis

This only brought on another fit of laughter from Sally and Jacque.

“If something dirty popped into your head, Peri fairy, then what does that say about your mind?” Jen tilted her head and looked at the high fae as though she was a bug under a microscope.

“That you’ve dumbed down my brain to the development of a sixteen-year-old male, and I should really consider getting psychiatric help,” Peri answered smoothly.

Jen blinked at her and then grinned. “That was a good one.”

“Why is it that when someone insults her, she rarely actually gets insulted?” Sally whispered.

“Because her brain is at the development of a sixteen-year-old male, which means her mind is on an endless loop of sex and ‘I don’t know why I did that.’ She doesn’t have the capacity to get insulted,” Costin responded, a playful smirk on his lips.

“You’re not joking, are you?” Sally asked dryly.

He simply shook his head at her.

“Bethany,” Jen said over the murmurs of the group, which was, no doubt, trying to figure out what Jen’s last acronym stood for, “you’re on PSD.”

“That sounds like a drug.” Bethany laughed.

“Or a sexually transmitted disease,” Zara said.

“Okay, now she’s my favorite, too.” Jacque grinned at Wadim’s mate.

Sally nodded. “Yeah, she’s cool as—”

“Vanilla ice, ice baby,” Jacque interrupted before Sally could finish.

Sally stared at her best friend and then burst into laughter. “That was awesome.” Sally sighed when her laughter died down.

Jacque crossed her arms in front of her and leaned back against the counter with a satisfied smile. “Apparently, Slate hasn’t killed all my brain cells.”

Sally had to admit she was quite proud of Jen’s focus. Throughout the constant interruptions, she kept surging forward.

“Last and probably least in his mate’s eyes because he’s the reason she can’t get out of a chair without looking like a turtle stuck on its back, Drake, you’re on MBMH duty.”

“Please tell me that has something to do with Bethany’s PSD,” Elle said.

Peri sighed. “I was really hoping she hadn’t gotten to you, too.”

Elle just shrugged. “Pretty sure you can’t be around her for longer than a few minutes without everything becoming a dirty innuendo.”

“She’s not wrong,” Adam said.

Jen began passing out papers that were indeed laminated. “All right, while this has just been a barrel of laughs, here are your instructions.”

“Why do these have scheduled bathroom breaks?” Sorin, who’d yet to say a word, asked.

“Because some of you act like children and therefore must be treated as children,” Jen answered without looking away from her task.

“What is a SRBRT break?” Zara asked, sounding baffled.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Jen quipped, “because you and your furbutt haven’t completed all the necessary requirements to partake in that break. But there is a key on the last page to all of the acronyms for the assigned squadrons.”

Zara made an O shape with her lips as she glanced up at Wadim. He grinned down at her, and his eyebrows bounced up and down suggestively.

Lucian cleared his throat. “I see a big problem. My schedule only has one SRBRT break per week.”

Jen turned to look at Peri’s mate. Sally knew her own face must match the surprise on Jen’s face. Neither could believe it was Lucian who brought that up. Even more hilarious were the indignant agreements that rumbled through the room by the other males. “Because we have a lot to do and not much time to do it. You get more breaks for peeing and pooping. Those are necessities.”

“And this isn’t?” Fane asked.

Jen’s eyes moved to him. There was a special gleam there that Sally had seen many times in the past. “Tsk, tsk,” Sally muttered. “Alpha or not, you should not have asked that.”

“Don’t worry, Alpha,” Jen said sweetly, “you’ll get yours.” Her eyes darted to Costin momentarily.

Fane’s eyes narrowed.

“Why do I get the feeling she isn’t talking about sex?” Costin muttered.

“Because you two are on her list,” Jacque answered.

“And she’s checking it twice,” Sally said.

“She found out from Peri that you two have been naughty,” Jacque added.

“Not nice,” Sally finished.

Their mates both turned their heads and looked at them. Sally and Jacque shrugged at the same time.

“Jen dropped us on our heads one too many times when we were kids,” Sally said.

“And tortured us,” Jacque added. “Tons of torture. And this is how we turned out.”

Neither male said anything, although they did both growl. Surround sound growling, Sally thought with a mental snort.

“Any questions?” Jen asked the room. Nearly everyone’s hand went up. Jen just smiled. “Great, let’s get to it.”

“You just asked if we had questions, and we obviously do,” Drake said.

“Yes, but I didn’t say I would answer them.” Jen made a shooing motion with her hands. “Go forth, be jolly, and get your shi—crap done.”