Page 87 of Burn Bag
“Our cat army.”
He grinned again, but I was lost. “A cat army that does what exactly?”
Scoffing, he rolled his eyes at me. “Why, becoming international spies, of course!”
“Of course,” I nodded, not really sure what he was talking about. “And you would use them to…”
“Infiltrate the enemy.” He scooped one of the cats off the floor and held it to his face. The cat hissed, swiping at him and nearly taking out an eye. “Feisty little guys. They’re exactly what we need. Now, all we need is a cat sanctuary, training center, and a massive amount of treats, and we’ll be good.”
“Treats for…”
I felt like I had to pull every single thought out of this man’s head. It was infuriating.
“For the cats. To train them. To reward them for their excellent service.”
“And this sanctuary, it would be on the property?”
He burst out laughing, actually wiping his eyes as he laughed at me. I didn’t get what was so funny, but I was beginning to realize it didn’t really matter with this man.
“Of course it would be on the property!”
“Okay, and the training center?”
“It’ll take some time to build,” he said thoughtfully.
“I hate to tell you this, but I know nothing about training cats.”
His eyes widened and he rushed toward me, gripping my hands. “I’m such an ass. I completely forgot!”
“About—” I yelped as he tugged hard, dragging me to the door.
“How could I be so stupid? With everyone else, it’s always the first thing on my mind, but I got distracted by the cat idea. It was brilliant, by the way.”
“Uh…thank you?”
He glanced over his shoulder as he pulled me down the stairs, laughing heartily. “I mean, you did bring the cats, but no, I was complimenting my own mad out-of-the-box thinking.” He tapped theside of his head as he opened the truck door and all but hauled me inside. “That was all me.”
He slammed the door and walked around the truck while I sat there dumbfounded. I was sitting in his truck in what looked like something out of the eighties. Most of my hair was wrapped up on top of my head with pieces in the front falling in my face. I had workout pants on with bright-colored, thick socks tugged up over them. And my shirt was baggy, hanging off one shoulder. Seriously, this was not a look for the average woman.
But there was no way to fix it, wherever we were going. I would just have to hope he didn’t take me out in public.
“You’ll have to pardon me for being so thoughtless,” he smiled, glancing over at me. “In fact, I dare say Anna would slap me upside the head if she thought I excluded you.”
“And Anna is?—”
“My darling, loving wife.”
“And she approves of you kidnapping women,” I stated.
He barked out a laugh, shaking his head at me as we quickly swung around the property to the main building. “Oh no, there’s only one woman I’m allowed to kidnap, and that’s her. It’s a thing.”
To kidnap his wife. How was that a thing? I was seriously beginning to question my snap decision to come out here and marry a man I had never met. I had no clue I would basically be attaching myself to all these other people in the process. Maybe Emily had been right to run away at the last minute.
“Here we go!” Fox said, shifting into park. “Now, there are a few things we need to go over before we begin. One, you must listen to me if you want to succeed. Two, under no circumstances are you to share your throwing knives with anyone. That’s how you end up in jail. Four, in order for the process to work, you have to believe you can hit the target. And last, you should always have a snack on hand.”
He reached into the back seat and pulled out a large yellow bag, grinning widely at me. “Funyuns are a great way to get the day started.”
“Um…okay?” I started to reach for the bag, but he snatched it away from me with a frown.
