Page 57 of The Other Guy

He excitedly kisses my cheek before ignoring me once again and moving to Jack to make sure that Jack saw his job well done.

“Good boy,” he croons and they place their foreheads together.

“What the hell is all this?” I ask, jealously. “Toby only likes me.”

“Not anymore,” Jack says cockily then winks at me before turning his attention back to Toby. “We men gotta stick together, right, buddy?”

Then Jack lifts his fist and not even lying when I say that Toby lifts his paw and gives him a fist bump.

“Did I wake up in an alternate universe?”

“No. But you did wake up to a massive snowpocalypse.” He points to the window in his dining room and I gasp.

I go to stand next to the window that I can barely see out of because the snow is so deep. “Uh.”

He stands next to me and now that I’m not distracted by Toby, all I smell is him and the big old inhales I was taking of his shirt earlier didn’t do it justice. He smells divine. That same spicy scent but now it’s mixed with coffee and bacon and the clean scent of his soap. I almost groan. “That was my reaction, too.”

Crap. Did I just groan? “When did this happen?”

“Apparently while we were sleeping? Or maybe when we were polishing off that bottle of whiskey?”

“Shit. Jack! What are we gonna do?”

He shrugs as if it’s no big deal. “We’re stuck inside for the day. Maybe tomorrow because more snow is coming and the plows can’t really keep up.”

“I can’t be stuck here!”

“Why is that?” he asks, crossing his sexy arms over his sexy chest and giving me a sexy look. I narrow my eyes in response.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Oh, he’s so innocent. Right. It’s not like I can really do the same thing to him aside from pull up the hem of his t-shirt. I’m not wearing a bra so I don’t really want to bring attention to my nipples that would betray me through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

Why didn’t I think about putting my clothes back on? Or at the very least a bra?

“Do… that.” I do a figure eight with my finger in front of him. “Look all sexy before I’ve even had coffee.”

“But I can look sexy after I’ve plied you with coffee? Good to know.” He smacks me on the ass and walks away chuckling when I let out a little growl.

“You’re the worst!”

“Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart!” he hollers back.

I follow him to the kitchen where he has a steaming cup of coffee waiting for me on the counter. “Creamer? Milk? Sugar?”

“Creamer if you have it but I can just drink it black, too. Don’t go to any trouble.”

“Wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t.” Right. Duh. He pulls out two different kinds of creamer, a French vanilla and hazelnut, and places them in front of me. “Help yourself. Sorry if you don’t like those flavors.”

I choose the hazelnut and pour a little into my coffee before stirring it with the spoon he hands over and take a fortifying sip. “This is great. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Want some eggs, too?”

“Don’t go to any trouble.”

“That’s the second time you’ve said that now. It’s not trouble, Sierra. Especially if I’m offering something. Besides, like I said, we’re stuck here today anyway. What else are we going to do to fill our time?” He’s looking at me suggestively over the rim of his own cup.

“What else indeed,” I murmur and slide onto a bar stool.

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