THIRTY-SEVEN
Jay jumped out of his seat as if the couch had bitten his bum. Maybe his bathroom wasn't the only part of his villa infested with too-friendly creatures. Flavia glanced at the shower and the sight of those green, clammy fingers which had climbed over her foot...she couldn't suppress another scream. She hated frogs. They were right up there with snakes as her least favourite animals.
"What's wrong?" he demanded.
Flavia skittered out of his way, keeping her back to the wall so he'd be between her and the little perverts. She pointed. "There are frogs in your shower!"
For a moment, Jay just stood there with his hands curled into claws like he was going to rip the things to shreds. Then, with a swift head shake, he yanked off his shirt and advanced into the shower. Using the
