then tries to get around me while I’m rubbing the spot. But he doesn’t account for my cat-like reflexes. I grab him around the waist, and he squeals. “Gladly, Lexy,” I murmur near his ear, kissing his cheek before letting him go. He doesn’t waste any time, darting out of the kitchen, his footsteps thundering down the hallway to the living room, and I’m hot on his trail.
