Hot and Badgered (Honey Badger Chronicles, #1)

by Shelly Laurenston

at them as was his way. Betsey was sure he had no idea how he must look to people who didn’t know what was going on in his head. But the three sisters gazed back at him without flinching. Sighing, he started to turn away, and Betsey knew he was trying to figure out what to do next. What to do about the two girls who were not his blood. Not related to him in any way except that his daughter had made them her own. But before he could walk away, the youngest girl reached out and gripped his forefinger with her hand, small fingers squeezing tight. And like that . . . Charles suddenly had three granddaughters instead of one. He reached down and picked up the youngest in his arms. “Let’s get you a room and something to eat,” he suggested, although it sounded like the orders from a drill sergeant. The eldest grabbed her grandfather’s forearm and the middle girl, not as tall as her elder sister yet, grabbed the chain that attached his wallet to his jeans. Together, in silence, they headed back to the house. Betsey waited a few minutes before she crept down the tree trunk and shifted back to human. She put on her clothes and went around the side of the house, so she could enter through the front door. As she came around the garage, the middle girl was waiting for her. And Betsey knew she was waiting for her. Betsey froze in mid-step, gazing down at the kid with her mouth slightly open. The kid stared up at her for what felt like forever and then, with a little smile, she placed her...