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Chapter 4
Gwen
From inside the house, a gruff male voice was saying, "So she's nuts?That'swhat you're telling me?"
"No," Drake replied. "I'm saying it wasn't a baby."
"But you told me it was."
"Sure, before I saw that it wasn't."
Standing on the other side of the front door, I was suddenly wishing for earmuffs, not to block out the cold, but to block out the conversation between my so-called rescuer and a second guy who sounded old enough to be his dad – or maybe even his grandfather.
And now the older guy was saying, "But who pushes cats around inthisweather?" He gave a loud snort. "Hell, who pushes cats at all? You don't seemepushing the cat around."
Drake laughed. "Notyet."
"Yet, my ass," the older guy said. "You catch me doingthat, and I've got bigger problems than a grandkid who won't leave the basement."
I frowned.Who was he talking about?
Drake?
But soon enough, I had the answer, courtesy of Drake himself, who replied, "I left just now, didn't I?"
I stifled a groan.Oh, great.
The owner of the cat appeared to be Drake's grandfather as opposed to a wife or girlfriend. This meant that Drake was possibly single. This might've been good news, except for the other thing I'd just learned.
Turns out, Drake was just another a muscular pretty-boy who lived in his grandfather's basement.
I was stupidly disappointed, but for the life of me, I couldn’t imagine why. I mean, he was hardly my type. Nice or not, he practically screamed trouble with his hot body and handsome face.
He was no nerd, that's for sure.
And why wasn't he returning with the carrier?He'd promised to be back outside in just a minute. But that was at least five minutes ago, maybe more.
Inside the house, the older guy asked, "So what's her name?"
"She didn't say."
"What, you didn't ask?" And then, before Drake could reply, the older guy said, "Next time, you know what you gotta do?"
"What?"
"You tell heryourname, andshe'lltell you hers. Works every time."
Drake chuckled. "Notthistime."
Hearing this, I chewed on my bottom lip. Maybe Iwould'vegiven him my name if only I'd had a little more time to think about it. After all, giving him a name was totally different than giving him a hummer.Obviously.
Inside the house, the older guy asked, "But why not?"
"Maybe she didn't wanna say."
"Even with you helping her? What'sthatabout?"
