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“We get Winnie a bell,”—Sawyer opens his mouth but I press my lips to his, savoring the man I almost let get away—“and maybe a friend.”
He laughs in disbelief. “We’re not getting another cat.” Which is ridiculous because that little black ball of furloveshim.
And he totally loves her too.
And me.
Sawyer Kade lovesme.
“What if I take my shirt off? Will that help convince you?”
The grin on his face is wolfish. “It definitely couldn’t hurt…”
Game on.
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SAWYER
“Ifeel like everyone has done you a massive disservice when it comes to this whole beekeeping thing,” Hallie says as we walk across the yard toward my hive.
“What?”
“You have nothing that says you love bees.”
Waving my hand in the direction of the hive, I stare at her. “I have a hive; isn’t that enough?”
“No shirts that saykiss the beekeeperor mugs that sayjust bee yourself.Seriously, it’s alarming what a missed opportunity this is.”
“Do Ilooklike a guy who needs to cover my house in bee paraphernalia?”
“I mean…”
I snort and shake my head. “Don’t get any ideas.”
“Too late.” She grins, and I can only imagine what she’s plotting in that pretty head of hers.
“The bees are a hobby. I didn’t go looking for them. Hell, I didn’t even want them,”—I laugh softly—“but I learned to like and appreciate them.”
“And now?”
“Now I like having them. They force me to slow down, to be intentional for my safety and theirs. I get newsletters now and read online forums.” Grinning, I add, “Honestly, it’s a miracle I haven’t started my own collection of bee knickknacks.”
“That’s really amazing,” she says, lacing her fingers with mine. “And I understand needing to slow down. Sometimes it’s not possible in the emergency room—things happen so quickly and we have to make decisions right then. But when I can, I try to treat the person and not just the patient. A lot of times, patience goes a long way.”
“It’s one of the things I love about you,” I tell her, threading my fingers in her hair and slanting my mouth over hers.
“What’s that?”
“You’re competent. Sexy. And you never fail to light up every damn room you walk into.”
“Who knew you were such a sweet talker?” she teases, rubbing her nose against mine.
“It’s the honey.”
“And besides licking it off my naked body, what else do you do with it?” Her eyes are bright and full of mischief, her lips curling up into a devilish smirk as my cock hardens at the thought.
“All I can think about right now is licking you.”
