Page 97 of Burn Bag

“Dead?” I shrieked.

“No. Just…He lost his brother. Well, it’s way more complicated than that.” She shot to her feet. “You know, I think this is a conversation for you to have with Kavanaugh.”

“Oh, I get it,” I said quickly, hoping she wasn’t too uncomfortable now. “I hope I wasn’t too intrusive. I just don’t know anything about the people around here or…well, anything.”

“I get it. I just don’t want to say anything I shouldn’t.”

I smiled at her, already liking her. “Well, if you’re serious about another kitten, let me know. You can stop by any time.”

“Oh, I’ll be by later with the girls to pick out another.”

I leaned forward and scratched the kitty one last time. I was really going to miss these babies. “Alright, I’ll see you later.”

She walked me out and I headed back to the house, feeling a little sad about letting go of yet another kitten. There were still plenty of cats at the house, but I rescued those babies from a life of torment. It was difficult to let go.

I had one more cat to deliver today, and then I had to get home and make dinner. I wasn’t sure if I could bring Bradley around with food, but I was sure as hell going to try.

I crashedinto Bradley as I opened the door to head out. Strong arms wrapped around me, keeping me upright. A strong, masculine scent surrounded me that left me dizzy and leaning into him for another whiff.

“Mmm.”

“Are you okay?” His voice was nothing but a low rumble that I felt vibrating in my chest. God, he was so handsome. His hands tightened on me when I didn’t answer, which only sent my brain on the fritz. I really needed dick.

“Yeah, just…”

I inhaled again, moaning this time when his scent hit me like a shot to the vagina. I could still feel his fingers on me like I was in the tub and his hand was sliding up my leg. God, the things this man could do with his fingers were absolutely amazing.

“Daphne.”

“What?” I asked, snapping out of my lust-filled haze. I met his eyes, trying not to show the desire swirling in my belly. But damn, he was just too tempting.

“I asked if you were alright.”

“Oh, definitely,” I said, pulling myself together. “I’m just…” What was I doing? I looked down at my purse and the keys in my hand. “Going to the store.”

“You forgot?” he asked, his lips quirking up in a knowing grin.

Heat swarmed my cheeks, but I fought down my embarrassment. I had nothing to be ashamed of. He was my husband and extremely sexy.

Except, it was like we were dating and everything was new. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it without frightening him off. Not that I was really worried about that. After all, he was my husband. He was already bound to me.

Clearing my throat, I stepped back, trying to appear more put together than I actually was. “I’m running to the store.”

“What for?”

“Dinner. To cook dinner, I mean. I need a few things.”

Rambling. Insert mouth and shove in foot.

I frowned, thinking that over. That wasn’t right. This was what he did to me. Even the smallest things that I was thinking got all jumbled in my head. It wasn’t right for a man to be able to befuddle a woman in such a way. Why didn’t I have the same effect on him? It just pissed me off and left me feeling like I wasn’t quite enough.

“Cool, I’ll take you.”

“To the store?”

“Yeah, to the store.”

“I can drive myself.”

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