The Only One (Wrench Kings ,#3)

by Daisy Jane

“Salsa, do you not see that right here,” I motion with both hands down to the cherry-grain wood. “This is where you puke. Here. Where I can wipe it up.” He brings a marmalade-colored paw to his mouth and licks it without a single care in the world.

But the part of me that worries he has a tummy ache is much bigger, so I slide into bed around him and punch my pillow until it's comfortable beneath my head.

“Starved?” I ask of the cat, who is clearly pushing twenty pounds.

She looks good in my coat, even though it’s too big and a little dirty. But my name is embroidered across her chest, and nothings looked better.

“Locked him in the spare room so he wouldn’t, like, be out here licking his butt while we were doing… whatever.”

We stare at each other, and somewhere in the distance, I can hear Salsa chasing a balled-up piece of foil around, likely in the living room. And this evening–us together naked in bed, Salsa playing, the heater cranking, a soft smile on her lips–it's what I want. Forever.

This sweet man with the big heart and even bigger dick and orange cat is my boyfriend.