If the Drop-Off Wars were a battle for territory, the last few days had turned into a battle for... me.
The Four B.A.D.s had stopped just dropping off their sons and leaving. Now, they lingered.
The Little Whiskers Daycare had become the most intimidating social club in the empire.
"LADY PRIMROSE!" General Rajah Khanda boomed, entering the shop with Arjun on his shoulder. He wasn't wearing his usual uniform. He was wearing a sleeveless training shirt that showed off arms the size of tree trunks.
"I noticed your flour sacks were low!" he announced, effortlessly hefting four 50-pound bags of flour onto my counter. "So I sprinted to the mill and back. Consider it a warm-up!"
He flexed. He actually flexed.
"Dad," Arjun whispered loudly to Vali, who had just walked in. "He did pushups in the reflection of the window before we came in. It was embarrassing."
"Thank you, General," I said, trying not to stare at the biceps. "But I have a delivery service."
