Thank you to tanner12 who voiced concern about poor Millie - the solution is in here. (And for her idea for Eileen's wedding gift. Brilliant!)
To Aeternus Eternus for suggesting we get to hear what Bandit thinks.
To Aidyl James who loves 'kick-butt' Helena.
To CdB55 for her tireless work
and to everyone who reads along, and posts, and suggests, and critiques.
Hugs to you all.
Bit By the Love Bug, Under the Moon Light (Michael Gayle)
Helena emerged from Myka's office caught up in her own thoughts until Millie shared how excited she was for them. "Where will you honeymoon?" the exuberant assistant asked.
"What?" Helena said, coming to.
"Honeymoon? Where are you going? Or is it a secret?" Millie asked.
Helena stood there and looked back at Myka's closed door. The questions apparently were endless. "I…..we…," Helena started to say, but couldn't finish. She had just planned the wedding and reception, and settled their names. She turned and walked to the elevator, leaving the woman leaning over her desk.
When the elevator door opened, a tall, able-bodied man carrying FedEx envelopes got off the elevator. "Sorry, Ms. Wells," he said as he exited and held the door. Helena barely noticed him, but Millie was taking a long drink before he turned around. The man appeared there every day at this time and Millie enjoyed the view of his shirt tightly wrapped over his rock hard biceps. Millie chastised herself for wondering what it would feel like to run her hands ….
"Ms. Barone?" he said and it was the third time.
"What?" Millie said, pulling back to stand up straight as blood rushed to her head.
"I have your packages," the man ten years her junior said. It was the right word for him, the wrong word for her and she knocked over her coffee cup on her desk. "Here, let me help you," the man with wavy dark hair and deep brown eyes said, as he rounded the desk and got closer. Now Millie's eyes were inches away from those massive arms that she was certain were strong enough to lift her off her feet.
"Do you like to eat?" he asked calmly and she fell back into her at the question. The man flashed a broad smile and stood up after picking up the coffee cup and putting tissues on the small pool of liquid.
"I do," she answered back. His weeks of planning to catch her attention were paying off.
Millie's face may not have shown the blush, but she felt like her head was on fire. Other parts would soon follow. "Good," he said, as he brazenly leaned on the edge of her desk. He was one huge mass of masculine muscles. "Would you ever consider going out with me," he asked politely and they both heard her whimper.
"Maybe," she said cool-like, but they both knew it was total fabrication.
"Well, I am free tonight and would love….," he said, getting up from the desk, not wanting to appear pushy.
"OK," Millie said because her entire vocabulary was tied into her heart racing.
"That would be great," the delivery man, who had traded routes so he could see Millie every day, said. "My name is Eduardo."
"Eduardo," Millie repeated, letting the name roll around in her mouth. She knew his name, but always addressed him as Mr. Martinez. "Can I pick you up or do you prefer to meet me somewhere?" he asked to be on the safe side.
"Oh I bet you can pick me up," Millie answered, looking directly at his arms and then caught herself. "Sure, pick me up – that would uhm, be great." When she realized she was staring, she looked up at his smile and hurried to write down her address.
"Eight work for you?" he asked.
"Oh yes," Millie said, as she watched him get on the elevator and wave. She fell back into her chair, grabbed a large envelope, and started to fan herself furiously.
Helena was upstairs having less success in navigating her day. Maybe she needed to look over Irene's long list of things that needed to be taken care of. She was not a woman who backed away from difficult situations, she reminded herself!
So Helena did what she did best; she delegated.
"Mr. Generis, I want you to make arrangements for Myka's family to stay at the Waldorf."
"Miss Sullivan, top ten romantic destinations on my desk by one. Send Ms. Bering a copy."
"Ms. Donovan, stay in touch with the Design team. I have given them the specifics for the park structure."
"Mr. Jinx, please make sure that the landscape team begins sodding on the meadow in Central Park. We can't have an outdoor wedding on brown grass." "You okay, boss?" Steve asked. "Yes," Helena replied and he knew she was not telling the truth. "We'll get it done, boss," he assured her.
The true test for Helena would be to see how many things on Irene's list she had just taken care of. Irene was summoned back to Helena's office. She had been at her own desk, reapplying her mascara since the first application was washed away from her reaction to being asked by Helena to be her matron of honor. Several white crumpled up tissues lay in the HR woman's wastepaper basket. In spite of knowing this day was coming, Irene felt a great deal of emotions about this. She straightened out her suit jacket and went back to her boss' office.
With her list.
Eileen had placed the next cup of tea on Helena's desk and went to work on honeymoon destinations. She emailed Myka a copy, per Helena's instructions.
"Well, we've decided on our last names, the where, when and how of the ceremony, the details of her parents' arrangements are being taken care of. Tonight we will discuss wedding rings, attire and honeymoon destinations," Helena reported to the HR Director.
"Do you have an idea of who will be getting invitations?" Irene asked slowly as to not overwhelm her boss.
"Who?" Helena asked as if she had trouble understanding the question. "Well…."
Just then, there was a knock on the door and Helena told them to come in. Sui opened it and behind him came a stream of people, each carrying boxes adorned with silvery or gold paper with huge white bows.
"What is this?" Helena demanded, as the boxes were piled up on the long conference table. It seemed to the Brit that the line of people, each with a box or two in their arms, was never going to end.
"Oh my," Irene said, thinking she should have seen this coming. "They're gifts, Helena."
"Gifts? From whom?" the CEO wanted to know immediately.
On cue, Sui chose one and opened the card. "On behalf of the Royal Family, may I congratulate you and Miss Bering on your upcoming marriage. I am only sorry you didn't choose to do it here. Sincerely, Elizabeth R.
Irene caught something out of the corner of her eye. "Did you….just curtsey?" she asked her boss.
"It's congenital," Helena said, about the knee jerk reaction. "What is in these boxes?" Helena said, getting back on track.
"Oh, if I had to guess, I would say your run of the mill champagne flutes, picture frames, candle stick holders and priceless works of art," Irene said, judging from the boxes.
"I don't want them," Helena whispered to Irene, even though everyone else had left.
"Now Helena, you had to expect that people would send you gifts. It's tradition," Irene said, looking at some of the names on the cards. Most were celebrities, colleagues, and heads of state.
"I…I am not putting these things… out in my house," Helena declared, the thought of some of the items appalling.
"Oh look! Steven Hawking sent you a telescope!" Irene said, peeking into a huge gift bag from Harrods.
"Really?" Helena said and Irene lifted the instrument out.
"If only you had registered at Scientific Experiments dot-com, then everyone would have known what you wanted," Irene teased.
"Laugh all you want, but you will be in charge of writing out all the thank you's for these gifts," Helena threatened.
"Not a chance, Helena. If I know Myka, and I do, she will want you both to write these out personally. Each….and….every….one," Irene grinned.
"Oh bloody hell," Helena conceded.
Irene got Helena to refocus even though the pile of boxes was distracting. "There are so …..many of them," Helena said more than once, glancing at them from her desk.
"Okay, when you and Myka get home tonight, please talk to each other about these things. We'll tackle the rest tomorrow," Irene assured her. "I'm going to speak to Leena tonight as well."
Irene left and added to her list that they needed personal stationery with Bering-Wells engraved on it.
In the meantime, the news agencies had gotten wind of where the ceremony and reception were going to be. The story was the opening lead in every news report that night. They camped outside Wells Corp and 1866 Central Park West, in hopes of getting more details.
Myka called back her parents and told them the wedding was going to be in New York. Naturally, they assumed Myka was going to have her sister as her maid of honor and wondered how Tracy would get the dress in time. Myka told them she would talk to Tracy that night. Then her father asked how much that Waldorf Astoria room would cost. Myka cringed thinking what her father's expression would be if he knew the real cost. "I'm not sure, Daddy," Myka said, wondering how to handle this. "But I'll let you know." She took out her legal pad and put it on the list. With each thing she checked off, she seemed to add two more things they had to do.
Myka arrived home before Helena and Leena greeted her in the hallway. "Irene is in the dining room working with me on the menu. Bridget is in the library. She said Helena told her to be here. I suggest you go upstairs, take a warm shower, put on some comfortable clothes, and come back down for dinner," the House Director directed as Bandit ran between Myka's legs.
"Hello Bandit! How was your day, boy?" Myka said, making a fuss over him as she petted his head. He seemed especially playful and rambunctious. He ran back and forth barking.
"Oh, and I hired a private obedience instructor who will be here shortly. I don't know how she did it, but your fiancée managed to undo all of his training. He's been impossible today," Leena complained.
'Don't blame me,' the dog howled in his own defense. It seemed to him that the lesser trained human was the cause of all of this. 'Where is she?' he howled.
"I swear he's pleading his case," Leena said of the dog.
'You got that right,' he barked proudly.
Leena took him back into the kitchen to get his dinner, and then returned to Irene to complete the menu selections.
Myka poked her head into the library to say hello to her dear friend. "Hi," Myka said, as Bridget hung up with her client. "Oh Myka, how are you doing with all of this?" her friend asked, embracing her affectionately.
"We're making progress. I'm glad you're here. Bridget, I was hoping you would do me the honor of being my maid of honor?" Myka asked warmly.
The request stopped Bridget from moving as she took in the question. "I ….would be….YES!" she said, unable to hold back her emotions and hugging Myka tightly. "It would be my privilege!"
"Great! Thanks," Myka said. "And I'm going to talk to Helena tonight, but could Sarah show me some ideas she might have? Nothing outlandish, I want to keep it simple."
"Oh Myka, she would love to. You don't have to pick hers, you know that, yes?" Bridget said, making sure the lines of friendship weren't blurred for Myka.
"Yes, I know," Myka assured her. Truth be told, Myka had no idea what she wanted and welcomed the chance to see what someone else envisioned. "Helena asked you to come?" Myka remembered and asked.
"Yes, now don't ask me why, I'm not allowed to say," Bridget said.
"OK, well I'm going to get changed before Helena comes home. We have a lot to do," Myka said, hugging her friend.
"Myka?" Bridget said and Myka turned around in the doorway.
"Yes?"
"I really am honored," Bridget beamed.
"Me, too," Myka said, smiling at the fact that Bridget really was a great friend.
Ordinarily, Myka would have waited for Helena to arrive home, but tonight they had too much to do, so she went upstairs to freshen up. Leena was working with Irene on the menu selections and flowers to narrow down the choices for the women to choose from. Moments before Helena arrived home, the new dog instructor arrived. Bridget finished her call to Sarah and went into the hallway just as Bandit was meeting his latest coach.
"Oh my God! Is he not the cutest thing? Come here you," Bridget said, bending down and picking up the dog that started wailing with excitement.
"You see the issue?" Leena said to the newest staff member on Bandit's payroll. Irene came out into the hallway, having completed her tasks.
"Yes, quite often people are enamored with young pets and don't realize they are setting the stage for disastrous consequences," the young man explained.
"We had interns here, from the Animal hospital, but somehow everything they trained him to do seems to have evaporated… for some reason," Leena explained.
And then, as if on cue, the reason walked through the door. Helena withdrew a step when she saw everyone EXCEPT the one person she needed to see after a long hard day. She threw her coat and bag at the chair, only one of them making it, the bag hitting the floor and her gloves falling out. She sighed, saying –
"I long for the days when entryways were not confused with gathering halls."
Helena was short on humor.
"Helena!" Bridget said and went to offer her congratulations on setting the date, but Helena raised her finger to stop.
"Ms. Cummings, it has been my experience that embracing anyone with the mammal between us results in a rather unpleasant wet experience – one which I wish not to repeat," Helena said, not wanting to embrace anyone except Myka. Where was she!
"So…many…responses…." Bridget said, not moving her lips and making Leena laugh. Upon seeing Helena, the dog tried to leap out of Bridget's arm to the Brit. "He loves you Helena," Bridget explained, then confirming this with Brandi. "Don't you love her?"
Helena rolled her eyes at the incessant baby talk.
"Could I see you in here?" Helena said to Bridget who released the dog and followed her into the living room with all the papers ready to sign so she wouldn't take up too much time.
"I trust we're all set?" Helena asked.
"Yes, once you sign these documents, the proceeds will be transferred into the trust account. Now, have you found someone who will help Myka decide which charitable organizations will benefit from her donations?" the banker asked.
"Yes," Helena said with certainty as she signed where Bridget pointed to on the documents.
"How did you come up with this idea, Helena?" Bridget asked, sliding the next paper in front of the Brit.
"Myka is cautious about material things. She is sensitive to inequalities. So what better wedding gift to give her than her own charitable foundation that can help her in helping those she cares about most," Helena said, nonchalantly.
The private banker had seen extravagant gifts in her time, but a million dollar charity fund in the loved one's name was unique. And very Helena.
"She'll love this," Bridget said of her kind friend.
"I'm glad you think so," Helena replied, because even though she didn't admit it often, she was aware that Bridget was indeed Myka's friend and therefore, her opinion mattered. Bridget collected the papers and put them back in her bag.
Then they went back into the hallway where Irene was getting ready to leave. She nodded hello to Helena, keeping a careful eye on what was transpiring for her boss right now.
Helena finally noticed the stranger. "And you?" Helena finally asked of the young man next to Leena.
"I'm sorry, Helena. This is Chad. He's a dog trainer. Highly recommended and his appointment was set before I knew about everything else going on," Leena said.
"How do you do, Ms. Wells?" he said, extending his hand. Helena reluctantly shook it.
"He's the dog trainer," Leena whispered, blocking Irene so she couldn't leave.
"Yes, I heard," Irene said, carefully watching Helena.
"As I was about to explain, I would like to observe your behavior with the dog, to gain a base line of where our work should begin," the man shared, thinking Helena was interested.
She wasn't. She was interested in two things. Getting through that list and then reminding Myka of her promise this morning.
"Observe this," Helena said, pointing to Bridget who was coddling the dog. "it's a rather easy equation that even a simpleton could get. The animal's features cause grown men and women to reduce their linguistic expressions to screeches. The canine reacts to this by forgetting anything I've discussed with him and charging around in circles and climbing on furniture, and people, " she said, looking at Bridget who was letting the dog lick her face.
"Don't pay her any attention," Bridget said to the canine.
But he was paying attention and he could tell from Helena's tone, he was not being spoken about positively. He howled his justification.
'Who gave me the whole bag of treats?' he asked.
"Oh my God! We have to get him a little tuxedo!" Bridget squealed and Helena clenched her eyes shut.
"These are very intelligent dogs," the trainer said, and Bandit decided they could be best buddies. "However, they are not conducive to unquestioning obedience," he said and now the dog was questioning their future relationship.
"This…," Helena said, waving her hand at the trainer and the dog, " …..does not concern me."
"I want you to understand the challenges we have. When Siberians are bored, they become quite mischievous," the trainer imparted.
'Huh?' Bandit asked.
"Have you witnessed any of this ill-behaved behavior?" the trainer asked, taking out a pad to make it official.
"We're still talking about the dog, right?" Leena whispered to Bridget who bit her lip.
"He chewed my phone," Helena told on the dog, who immediately issued his justification in slow growls that told his side of the story.
'She gave it to me,' he declared.
"Well, there are several things we can do," the man continued.
'Did I mention the bag of treats she left that made my tummy hurt?' the pup yelped.
Everyone looked now at Helena, who had lost interest in the conversation minutes before and was sliding her thumbs across her phone answering emails. She finally looked at up them.
"I've done my part. I've explained proper behavior in the simplest of terms. You see, sir, once behavior has been rewarded, it makes it very difficult to alter," the behavioral scientist imparted.
"I can attest to that!" Irene thought to herself.
"They don't understand that being well-behaved is no fun," Bridget added, and Bandit decided who his new best friend in the whole world next to Myka was going to be.
"Hi," Myka said to everyone from the top of the stairs, but stared only at Helena. Helena looked up, finally seeing the sight she longed to see since she stepped through the door.
Myka was refreshed and relaxed, wearing skinny black jeans and a J. Crew Varsity long sleeved cappuccino colored sweater with black, white, and brown stripes down the arm. Peeking out from the sweater's neck, cuffs, and waist was a blue and white striped button down shirt that she wore underneath. No one did casual like Myka, Helena thought. Myka walked past everyone until she was face to face with Helena.
"Hi," she said again, staring at Helena's lips – waiting for her response. She never tired of breathing in the Chanel No. 5.
"Hi," Helena said. "You look …wonderful," she said, running her hand up Myka's arm.
"Thanks," Myka said, staring back. The two locked eyes as if everyone else in the space was gone.
They might as well have been.
"Thank you for coming," Irene said to the trainer. "But we won't be needing your services."
The man was stunned. From what he witnessed in this short time, they very much needed his help. Bandit's ears perked up and decided his allegiance was now with the older woman who always spoke calmly. He was, however, enjoying the constant petting of the woman holding him. 'Decisions, decisions,' he thought.
"I really think…," the trainer tried, his protest diverting everyone's attention, but Irene had him at the door.
"Thank you," she said and he was gone.
Leena protested, Myka smiled, but Helena no longer notice. A chime from a text caught her attention and now she was answering it.
"Ms. Cummings, would you be so kind as to put Bandit down," Irene asked and Bridget did so immediately. There was something about the HR Director that commanded compliance.
The dog immediately went to jump on Myka, but Irene's definite tone in calling his name gave him pause. Then the contents of Helena's bag caught his attention and he grabbed her glove.
"Come," Irene said, gently, but firmly. Bandit looked at the woman who stood there staring directly at him. He walked over to her, hoping she wouldn't notice the leather glove in his mouth that tasted pretty good.
"Good boy," Irene said. "Now sit," she said in an authoritative tone, and he did.
"Give it," she said, putting her hand out. Leena watched in amazement as the pup opened his mouth and let it go.
Myka went to share her astonishment with Helena, but when she turned, she saw Helena had sat down at the same time the dog had. "Oh sweetie, I think she was talking to Bandit," Myka whispered, her hand over her mouth.
"Oh," Helena said, looking up and pulling back her treasured phone, grateful Irene hadn't taken it.
"You see, it is not Bandit who has the problem," Irene announced, telling the dog to stay, and then come when she reached the kitchen door. He followed each command perfectly. "It is the people handling him that need the training."
"So there!" the dog howled and wagged his tail as he and his new best friend forever went into the kitchen to give the humans a chance to think things over.
"It must be very hard on you," Irene said in a soft voice thinking the poor thing was confused with all the inconsistencies.
He sat there and howled loudly – 'You have no idea!'
Within a short time, the staff had left. Irene made sure that dinner was prepared and Bandit was settled in for the night. Dinner had been consumed and dishes cleared when Myka and Helena finally sat down in the library.
"Bridget said yes," Myka shared, sipping a cup of hot chocolate, sitting next to Helena on the couch in front of the fire.
"Oh I am pleased," Helena responded, a bottle of water on the table bearing her red lipstick stain. It had been reapplied after dinner.
"I'll call my sister later," Myka said, hesitating at the thought.
"Let's call her now," Helena suggested gently, pressing her hand down on Myka's thigh.
"I'll call her now," Myka said, knowing she was only procrastinating.
Myka took a deep breath, smiled at Helena, and called Tracy. She had to wait a minute for her sister to actually take a breath, but eventually did get to share that she had asked her friend Bridget to be her maid of honor. "It's a timing thing, Trac. It's all happening so fast and she's right here," Myka explained and heard the disappointment in her sister's voice. "But I would love for you to be a bridesmaid. It would mean a lot to me," Myka added and Tracy agreed.
"Well, that went as well as could be expected," Myka sighed and threw her head back on the couch. Helena didn't want Myka to feel guilty, but she knew she couldn't talk her out of it either.
"I think you made the right choice," Helena said, and Myka felt comforted by that. Helena refrained from listing all the reasons why for Myka's sake.
"I was thinking, Helena," Myka said, trying to get onto a more pleasant subject and playing with Helena's straight locks.
"Oh that's usually a very dangerous thing," Helena teased, trying to lighten the mood. Myka gently pulled on Helena's hair in response.
"I wondered if you would mind if our wedding bands were like the infinity necklace you gave me," Myka said, touching the jewelry that adorned her neck.
"I think it's a wonderful idea," Helena said, truly embracing the image as a symbol of their love. It was endless. "I would like them to be the same, if that's okay with you," Helena added.
"Nothing would please me more," Myka said, thinking how it represented their 'Oneness'.
"Who shall we invite?" Helena asked as she thought about Irene's list.
"Close friends and family? Does that work for you?" Myka said, thinking of the countless celebrities who might want to be there.
"Oh good, yes," Helena said, relieved to hear that.
"Can we write our own vows?" Myka asked.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," the authoress stated. "Where do you want to honeymoon?"
"Honeymoon? Oh, Eileen's list," Myka asked, that item also escaping her. "Paris," she said, because it was the first thing that came into her head.
"Paris. I like it, but why stop at one city? We can do them all!" Helena suggested.
"I will follow you anywhere," Myka said, leaning in to kiss Helena's lips. "But can we spend Christmas in New York?"
"Of course," Helena said, kissing her back and tasting Myka's lip gloss. "See? We're very good at getting all these things taken care of. Pfft! Irene was worried," Helena harrumphed.
"There might be one problem though," Myka said, putting her arm behind Helena on the couch and leaning in. She ran her other hand slowly over Helena's stockinged knee.
"What?" Helena gasped.
"Well, I had to speak to a certain judge today about a particular lawsuit that was pending in the courts," Myka said, her hand now pushing Helena's hair away and dragging her finger along her ear.
"Oh bloody hell," Helena let out.
"I spoke to the plaintiff's lawyer and outlined how he didn't have a case. He agreed and the suit has been dropped. However, that certain judge heard about this and was requesting the honor of your presence in his courtroom," Myka said of the judge who had sentenced Helena to mandatory anger management.
"I will not! I will not be penalized for defending the woman I love!" Helena said, shooting up from the couch and pacing behind it now. "No one - and I mean bloody no one - is allowed to slander your good name. I …," Helena huffed and puffed as she stood behind Myka who remained calmly seated.
Of all the short fuses Helena had, the one attached to defending Myka was the shortest.
"Thank you, Helena, and as much as I appreciate you defending me, I thought it might not be a good idea for you to have to make a court appearance," Myka said, because she knew she could count on at least a dozen outbursts from her client. "…so I suggested he defer any hearing… on one condition."
Helena was too incensed to hear properly. "No! I welcome another visit with that arrogant man. I will explain to him, no I will tell him that no one…..wait, what was the condition?" Helena finally asked, coming back around the sofa. Myka patted the cushion for Helena to sit down and she did.
"He agreed because I said I would guarantee appropriate actions would be taken," Myka said, moving in closer and slipping her fingers through Helena's. "So, you've been released to me."
"He said my lawyer could….?" Helena asked, confused by the exchange. Myka was making most of it up as she went along.
"Well, he knows I'm a very…..," Myka said slowly, waiting for the genius to catch on, - "….. stern officer of the court."
Helena wasn't getting it quite yet. There were many adjectives to use about Myka's reputation as a lawyer, but that wasn't one of them. "You're one of the most just people I know!"
"Not tonight," Myka said and finally – after picking up Myka's tone and putting aside her own anger – did Helena get that they were back to their playful banter.
"Oh, well I shall throw myself at the mercy of the court officer then," Helena said, doing her best attempt at looking innocent. It wasn't a look Helena wore comfortably, but it was a good try.
"We have your file, Ms. Wells, so I don't think there will be much negotiating," Myka said, trying to look smug.
"I always negotiate. Perhaps there is something you want in exchange for my freedom?" Helena asked.
"Bribing an officer of the court? Oh now that's not going to help your case at all, Ms. Wells," Myka said.
"I have a staff…," Helena tried, but Myka cut her off.
"They can't help you now. No one can," Myka playfully warned.
Helena wanted to say something, but she caught sight of Myka sitting there smiling devilishly. There was something exciting about Myka being able to thwart any idea that Helena could come up with. She loved that Myka was bright, and clever, and spirited, and so at ease with her.
"I love you, Myka Bering-Wells," Helena said spontaneously and the sound of their names combined made Myka tear up.
"Oh my God, Helena. Our names sound so ….," Myka said, overwhelmed with the emotion of what was really happening.
"…..Wonderful," Helena said, leaning in to kiss the future Mrs. Bering-Wells.
Then they heard it – the distinct scratching of nails on the door.
"Is that?" Myka asked as she and Helena went to the door and opened it.
There on the other side, sat Bandit, having figured out how to maneuver the latch on his crate and how to push the kitchen door open.
"Well, how did you get out?" Myka said as he ran into the room to join his roommates.
'Come on, let's sit here,' he growled to them when he got near the fire.
Myka looked at Helena. "Irene will have a fit," Myka said of spoiling the dog.
"Well then, we simply must," Helena said, giving into what she knew Myka wanted to do.
"We will work on the list just a little more," Myka said, as if making it productive was an excuse. They returned to the couch as Myka grabbed her tablet. "Who are we inviting exactly?"
Helena rattled off names and Myka typed them into her iPad. Then Myka listed starting naming her family members when she caught out of the corner of her eye, Helena petting the dog's head.
'A little to the left,' Bandit moaned and Helena put her hand there. 'And they said she couldn't be trained.'
"I think he's growing on you," Myka said, typing away.
"He simply aided in my rescue from the hands of injustice," Helena stated.
"Oh trust me, you're going to be back in those hands as soon as we're done ….," Myka said and renewed Helena's excitement.
Which is why Helena thought it was a good idea to put Bandit back into the kitchen. Which is when Bandit decided three wasn't a crowd and didn't cooperate. Which is how a small tussle ensued between he and the Brit until he broke free and ran. Which is when Helena decided she was as fast as any puppy and went after him. Which is how Helena wound up on all fours reaching under the cloth covered table thinking he was hiding in there. Which is when Myka laughed so hard, she fell back on the couch. Which is how…. when the chaos got to Bandit and he got excited he bit …..Helena…in the part of her body that was most accessible because it was sticking out. Which is how Helena hit her head on the table as she emerged and yelled; "That bloody thing just bit my arse!"
Which sent Bandit scampering out of the room and back to his bed.
'Note to self,' he thought as he ran. 'Smaller one looks like she's got a mean bite.'