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smart for us?’ ” Bobbi repeated scornfully. “Does that sound like something Jax would say?”
    “Crap,” Pixie said. “Hell no. He always thinks he’s the smartest one in the room. You’re right.”
    “He set this whole thing up to throw us off. That bastard. That brilliant bastard,” Bobbi said, caught between homicidal fury and admiration.  “I am going to…I don’t even know what I’m going to do to him, that’s how pissed off I am.”
    “He double-crossed us. That son of a whore.” Pixie shook her head.
    “Worse. He double-double crossed us. He pretended he didn’t want us to follow him here just to throw us off his scent.”
    “So he four-crossed us! I hate being four-crossed.”
    “It’s all I can do not to shift and rip someone’s throat out right now, I swear to God,” Bobbi hissed.
    “Hey, don’t look at me! It was your boyfriend and your brother. And you totally fell for it.”
    Bobbi leaned across the bed and grabbed the girl’s laptop.  She held it up to show Pixie.  The princess who supposedly couldn’t speak English had been updating her Facebook page. In English.
    “Motherfucker,” Pixie said.
    The girl quickly pulled her earphones out of her ears and stood up. “So I can go home now?” she said. “Jax said as soon as you figured it out I could go home.”
    “How much did Jax pay you for this little charade?”
    “Five hundred bucks.”
    Pixie and Bobbi raced into the living room.  Jax and Heath, of course, were gone. Sitting on the sofa was a large manila envelope.
    Bobbi grabbed it and ripped it open.  Inside was a briefing on Bobbi’s real assignment.  When she saw it, Bobbi let out a stream of curses, as the “princess” sauntered past them, purse slung over her shoulder, and left the apartment.
    “Let’s go,” Bobbi sai d, gritting her teeth. .
    “What’s our assignment?” Pixie said, following her out the door.
    “Okay, you know how a lot of our bodyguard assignments are basically babysitting jobs?”
    “Yeah…”
    “This is literally a babysitting job.  Prince Reginald the Third, an eight year old cheetah shifter, is in town because he wanted to go to Disney Land. We are supposed to accompany him to Disney Land. His parents, who are the monarchs of some tiny Asian country I’m not going to bother to try to pronounce, are away attending important matters of state for the next two weeks..  He’s at a hotel with his nanny, and the two shifter bodyguards that Jax left at the hotel have been ordered to leave at 8 p.m. whether we show up or not. We’ve got about 20 minutes to get there.”
    “Wait. Whoa. We are really going to do this?” Pixie protested, as they rushed to Bobbi’s car.
    “We can’t leave an eight-year-old unprotected.  We’ll go there and wait until we can get a team from Shifters, Inc. to show up and relieve us.  Then we’re going wolf and bear hunting.”
    “And then?”
    “When I find Jax, I am seriously going to throw down.  There will be blood on the streets.”
    “Goodie!” Pixie rubbed her hands together gleefully. “Just promise me we won’t be stuck with the kid for too long. Brats and me…we don’t mix.”
    “Don’t worry.  We won’t be there a minute longer than we need to. Now, call Tyler and find out what the hell’s really going on. And needless to say, we’ll never take our assignments from Jax again.”
    Pixie grabbed her cell phone and dialed.
    Jax and Heath, she found out, were taking a private courier plane to a small, war-torn country called Turak, in the Middle East, to talk to a family of antique dealers who might have knowledge about a series of art thefts at Kenneth’s homes.
    They were to offer the family safe passage out of Turak, in exchange for any information that they might be able to provide.
    If Kenneth had been there, Bobbi knew, he would have discussed the assignment face to face with all of them, and they would have worked out who would be best suited for the job.
    Tyler,