The Luna And Her Quadruplet Pups Chapter 86

Jane

As I stare at the knife in my hands, I have to smother a shiver. I’m not sure I could actually go through with stabbing someone – and it očcurs to me that any thief or burglar might just as easily take the weapon from my hands and use it against me.

Maybe I should just call the police? I think nervously. Or Ethan, he might be a pain in my a*s but if he thought we were in danger he’d be here faster than any cop. Still my protective maternal instincts are in high gear, and I know l’m willing to risk my own life to defend my pups.

I’m almost to the peephole, still uncertain if investigating is the most sensible choice, when I hear a familiar growl. “Janey?” Ethan’s muddled voice rises on the other side of the door, and I immediately relax. “| know you’re there” he slurs in a sing-song voice, “| can smell you!”

Oh goddess, he’s drunk. I realize, lowering the knife. I set it down on the hall table, striding forward without hesitation.

So drunk he can’t open the damned door.