Page 48 of Moody as a Minotaur

Parker had his hands in his lap. He cleared his throat. “So, um, what was that about Finley?”

“He’s hanging out with those hunters.” Edith repeated Davina’s words.

I glanced at Davina, then back at Edith.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Parker said in an exaggerated way. Anyone who heard him talk like that would know he was lying. “What’s a hunter?”

Oh. Denial. That was a good plan, even if he was executing it poorly.

Edith rolled her eyes and nudged Davina with her elbow. “You better take this.”

“Edith knows about supes.

“You…” Parker rubbed his forehead.

“Yes, me.” Edith grinned.

“I knew all those bull jokes were too on the nose,” Parker muttered.

“I worked a joint case with her a few decades ago,” Davina said.

“A joint case?” Parker’s voice was at least an octave higher than normal.

“Between the Supernatural Council and the human government,” Davina explained.

“We nailed the guy.” Edith nodded and flashed Davina a smile that suggested there was an interesting story there. Then Edith waggled her eyebrows and said, “And then we nailed one another.”

Thank fuck I wasn’t drinking anything this time.

“Nana!” Parker shouted. “Oh my God! You can’t say things like that.”

“She’s a hottie,” Nana said, motioning toward Davina. “And we had plenty of time to get to know one another when we were on the stakeout.”

“Your grandmother turned everyone’s head,” Davina said. “And I was lucky enough to catch her eye for a bit.”

Parker groaned like he wanted to crawl under the table and die.

“I thought you were on Gage’s team.” I directed my question to Davina.

Davina shrugged. “I was. But we worked independently too.”

Parker and I leaned back in our seats in unison, as if needing the bit of space to absorb all that.

“Wait…” Parker scowled at his grandmother. “You said Fin’s investigation into the paranormal was a bunch of hocus pocus and hogwash.”

Edith rolled her eyes and sighed. “What is the first rule of Nana’s house?”

“What happens at Nana’s house, stays at Nana’s house,” Parker recited.

“And the second rule?”

“Never say anything that will encourage questions orcuriosity,” Parker said. He crossed his arms over his chest. “So you were pretending you didn’t know anything so I wouldn’t ask questions.”

Edith shrugged. “Well, that, and I didn’t know for sure if there were supes in town until I saw Davie here. It could have been a Mafia base.”

“Right,” Parker muttered flatly. He narrowed his eyes at his grandmother. “So you weren’t a secretary.” Apparently, we were ignoring the mention of his grandmother’s fling with Davina.

“I love secretaries—” Edith waggled her eyebrows.