The next four days were spent in a dance of frustration with Frog and Krac squaring off on either side of Skeeter. It was so bad, even Violet was watching the two males with delight.
Frog had taken it upon himself to be Skeeter’s chaperone and protector. If he wasn’t with her, he made sure Violet was. Skeeter couldn’t help but laugh when she got up the first morning and almost tripped over her co-pilot who had made a pallet on the floor outside of her and Violet’s door.
“What are you doing sleeping on the floor?” she had exclaimed in surprise.
“Making sure that horny gray bastard isn’t sleeping in your bed and you are not in his,” Frog had replied grouchily.
“There isn’t enough room in Skeeter’s bed, silly,” Violet giggled. “And she can’t sleep in his bed because she has to sleep with
