Page 75 of Unwrapped

She snorts and keeps writing.

“Come on, Shiloh it’s the kittens. I need to get them to the vet and Sally is busy here cooking, cleaning and stuff.”

“You’re not…we’re not giving them away?”

“Hell, no. I’m paying for their shots and buying some baskets with red ribbons. Rog, Smith, Federico—hell the whole damn MC are getting pussies for Christmas.”

“Very mature,” she snaps.

“It’s guy humor, babe. Relax. Trust me, they’re gonna melt over them kitties and well, A whole litter can’t live here. Sally’s keeping the mom.”

“Good. I’m kind of attached to her. She likes to sit on my toes and keep them warm when I write.”

I saunter closer. “What are you writing about anyway?”

“None of your business.” Her journal snaps shut.

“Secret fantasies? Involving yours truly?” I waggle my brows.

“You wish.”

“I don’t need to. I know.”

“It’s not you in my secret fantasies. It’s somebody else. Does it hurt?”

“What?”

“Your ego?”

“Nah. It’s never been better.” She’s confused, wondering why I’m not taking the bait. But she won’t be confused when she figures out, I’m the only man driving her crazy in and out of dreamland.

“Why the sudden change of heart anyway? I know you still want me. I see it in your eyes every time you look my way.”

“Does she know?”

“Who?”

“Your girlfriend? Ex or whatever that we’ve been…”

“We’ve been what?” I cross my arms over my chest baiting the shit out of her.

“Making out?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend, sweetheart.”

Her eyebrow rises. “Who’s Freddie?”

“The most important thing in my life right now.”

“Exactly.”

“It’s not what you think.”

“It never is.”

Sighing in frustration, I rake a hand through my hair as she darts past me. “Are you still coming to the vet with me?”

“As long as you keep your hands to yourself.”

---