Whoever said diamonds are a girl’s best friend got it wrong. It turns out bones are a girl’s best friend.
Not that kind of bone… get your mind out of the gutter.
We’d arrived at the museum, and everything was going well. Okay, fine. That’s a lie.
It had gone exactly like the rest of my life had since my dino mates had come crashing into my life… which is to say, it had been a catastrophe of prehistoric proportions. By a weird twist of fate, we’d narrowly avoided being arrested after we’d destroyed the fundraising gala and terrorized the guests.
Things didn’t go as I’d planned for the rest of the trip, either. Especially when Albert decided to slip his leash and go looking for his own little souvenir to take home….
Except, he didn’t go shopping in the museum’s gift shop. And it wasn’t exactly a replica that he picked out. Which really sucked since the absolute last thing I needed was another dinosaur shifter to deal with….