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She has half of my books held hostage, so it’s not like I can leave without her. Should I tell her I’m completely willing to have her hold my body hostage too if she gets the urge?
He’s a giant cat, and I want to reach up and scratch behind his ears. Stop it! Not appropriate.
“Was it a good meeting? Get some insight and ideas?” “Yes.” No. Don’t say yes to me like that.
My mind does that sometimes, drifting off down twisty tangent roads.
Cats. Never clear about what they want, but will make sure to punish you if you don’t figure it out.
Damn it to the archives of hell. I was having such a good day.
“I used you to escape an uncomfortable situation. I’m sorry.” He shrugs, eyes still not meeting mine. “Use me any time.”
Summer is shorter than me, but I wouldn’t necessarily call her slim. She’s compact. Like a gardening shovel. Sturdy and ready to work. Easy to maneuver. And I want to maneuver her underneath me.
Cole stares, face in slack disbelief, as if I’ve told him a geriatric alligator is my mode of transportation.
Everyone’s day is better if I find a way to keep smiling.”
“Only give me real smiles. If you’re sad, frown at me. If you’re mad, scowl.”
“I am not going to be fun today. What’s more, I might even be mean,” I say. “Really?” “Well, I’m sure as hell not going to be nice.” “That’s okay. You can be mean to me.”
“Black works for me today,” I repeat. “But when I’m happy again—and I will be—I won’t be able to stop myself.” “From doing what?” he murmurs, his stare seeming to catch on my mouth. “From trying to paint you in colors.”
“I don’t like drawing conclusions without doing the proper research. So to the bar we go.”
No. No no no. This cannot be allowed. A sexy tattooed man cannot work with cute animals all day.
Cole Allemand’s mouth is on me, and I might die.
The sight of her disheveled has my blood hot, but the image is only for me. The rest of the world gets adorable put-together Summer. I’m the one who gets sensual, wild, sex-mussed Summer.
“What is this?” Summer shifts to look where I’m staring. “Oh, my tattoo?” I have a brief mental glitch.
Other grandmothers have hard candies and tissues in their bags. Not mine. Stick a hand into her bag and you’re likely to come out with a map of North Dakota, or a taser, or a length of rope.
a sudden wave of panic. Tomorrow, I’m going to Cole’s workplace. I’ll see him surrounded by adorable animals. What if I see him holding a kitten?
“You should let her care about you. All of you. Not just the bits you think are good enough.”
With effort, I suppress my murderous impulses.
