Page 55 of Savoring Sienna
“Pizzazz?” Milly suggested, wincing as the baby delivered a particularly enthusiastic kick.
“Yes! Pizzzazzz!” Gloria declared, promptly attempting to add three more ribbons and a handful of glitter that seemed to materialize from nowhere.
“Where did she even get the glitter?” Moira whispered in horror as sparkles began to drift across the floor.
“Same place where every Little gets everything else—thin air,” Ines laughed, brushing glitter from her sleeve. “Remember last week when she somehow produced an entire jar of peanut butter during the house meeting?”
“Oh lord, don’t remind me,” Moira groaned. “Jagger still hasn’t figured out how she managed to get it stuck in his hat.”
The room dissolved into laughter as Gloria, oblivious to the chaos she was creating, continued her very thorough “’spection” of the wedding decorations. Each bow she approved gained an additional layer of glitter. Sienna wondered with fondness if her wedding was about to turn into a disco ball explosion.
Heavy boot steps from the porch drew their attention. Crone filled the doorway, his presence commanding attention even as his eyes softened at the sight of Sienna covered in glitter and ribbons.
“Kitten,” his deep voice carried that note of authority that never failed to make her heart skip, “I need you for a moment.”
“Uncle C!” Gloria abandoned her “’spection” duties, launching herself at his legs. “Look! I’m helping! Isn’t it pretty?” She proudly showed him a card, shaking it wildly, coating his jeans in pink glitter.
Crone’s laugh rumbled through the room as he scooped her up, seemingly unbothered by the shower of glitter that rainedfrom her clothes. “I can see that, princess. You’ve certainly made things... sparkly.”
“I’m busy, Master Crone,” Sienna gestured at the chaos of ribbons and cards surrounding them. “These need to be finished by?—”
“Now, kitten.” The Dom in his voice was unmistakable, and several of the Littles and submissives ducked their heads to hide their knowing smiles.
“But—”
“I believe your glitter helper can handle things,” he winked at Gloria as he set her down. “Can’t you, princess?”
“Yes!” Gloria’s enthusiasm sent another cloud of glitter into the air. “I’m very good at ’specting!”
“I really should stay and—” Sienna started to protest, but in one fluid motion, Crone crossed the room and hoisted her over his shoulder.
“The bride,” he announced to the giggling women, “is temporarily unavailable.”
Just then, George skidded back into the room, taking in the scene with wide eyes. “Daddy!” he called over his shoulder. “Uncle C’s stealing Aunty Si!”
“Good man.” Jagger’s voice echoed back. “About time too. She’s been fussing over those ribbons for hours.”
“But I haven’t finished—” Sienna’s protest was cut short by a sharp swat to her bottom. “Ouch!”
“Less talking, more cooperating, kitten,” Crone rumbled, carrying her toward the door.
“Doan worry, Aunty Si!” Gloria called after them, wielding a ribbon like a wand. “I got more sparkles.”
“Oh Lord,” Moira’s groan followed them out the door. “Someone please hide the rest of the glitter.”
Crone
Main Street, Rawhide Ridge
Crone parked his truck in front of Angel’s Heavenly Bakery and Chocolate Shoppe. His heart was hammering with an unfamiliar nervousness. He’d faced down wild horses with more confidence than he felt right now.
“Really, Crone?” Sienna’s tone was fondly exasperated. “Another chocolate tasting? Haven’t you paid your dues by now for Angel’s help finding a jeweler for my ring?”
He flashed that dangerous bad-boy smile, her usual weakness, but she just dramatically rolled her eyes, drawing a laugh from him.
“I’m not falling for that one.” She glanced at her watch. “It’s already almost midday and I still have so much to do. Our wedding is in two days, and I don’t have time to watch you drool over another chocolate brownie…” She pointed an accusing finger at him. “Which, by the way, you have probably tasted fifty times by now.”
“What can I say? Heaven Leigh makes the best brownies.” He got out and walked around to open her door. Once again, his stomach flipped nervously. “But that’s not why we’re here.”
