She arches one of those dark brows at me. “Is that a problem? Do I need to run my schedule past you?” My mouth twitches with amusement at the sass in her tone. “I’m just trying to get to know you, Barlia. Trying to understand what makes you purr. Don’t you ever get lonely out here by yourself?” “Don’t call me that name. It’s not my name.” “Then tell me your name.” “Will you go away if I do?” I incline my head in an almost-nod. I’m lying, though. I don’t plan on going anywhere. Not when she’s being such a hissy kitten. It’s so keffing adorable that I want to grab her and squeeze her against my
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