Just a Little Flirt Quotes

“You’re the only one.”

“You’re my only too.”

“You mean only one?”

I was drunk, but I knew exactly what I’d said. “No. My only. Solely. Exclusively. It’s an unquantifiable measure so you can’t devalue it by adding a number as if there will be others.”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“With my gaze on anything but Cade, I moved around the room but when Scout spotted me he trotted over. I knelt down and rubbed his ears. The silky fur between my fingers stirred memories.

Scout’s tongue flicked under my chin. I leaned my head back and smiled.

“He kissed you,” a little boy said. “That means he likes you.”

“You think so?” I scrubbed my hands over Scout’s neck.

“Yeah. Right, Cade? Dog kisses mean they like you.”

I kept my eyes on Scout to avoid looking at Cade.

“Yep, means he likes her.” He sat a few feet away and his words wrapped around me, his voice comforting.

Scout lifted his paw and placed it on my knee.

“What’s that mean, Cade?” The little boy pointed to my leg.

“Hmm, maybe he doesn’t want her to leave.” I peeked over, and Cade met my gaze. “He likes her too much.”

I looked away.

“Maybe he loves her,” the little boy said in a singsong voice.

Without missing a beat Cade said, “Maybe he does.”

The little boy broke into a fit of belly laughs, and Cade scooted closer. He poked him playfully in the side. “Hey, what’s funny about that?”

“He’s a dog. She’s a girl.”

“That’s true,” Cade whispered. “But a pretty one, so can you really blame him?”

The little boy giggled more. “That’s silly.”

Scout nudged me with his wet nose and I cupped his face. “It’s okay, boy, the feeling is mutual.”

Scout swiped his long tongue across my mouth. I grimaced and wiped my lips. “Not that mutual.”

Cade lowered his voice and leaned slightly toward me. “And now he’s just rubbing it in.”

The little boy laughed as he ran away, yelling something to his mom about the dog being in love with me.”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“Brinley pulled me to the side while Ryder and Cade fetched drinks at the bar.

“He’s so cute!” She clasped both my hands and practically squealed.

And I’m not going to lie, part of me wanted to hop around squealing “I know” because he was the hottest guy I’d ever dated.

Dated.

Wow”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“Hey,” Sean said as he stretched. “I just took Scout out.”

“Thanks,” Cade said.

Sean glanced back and noticed me. “Hey, Fallon.” He smirked at Cade. “Well, guess I’ll be heading to my room now.”

Scout raised his head and his tail slapped against the couch.

“Three’s a crowd, and all that.” Sean ruffled the fur along Scout’s neck. “Unless, of course, you’re a dog.” He stood and stretched again. “Oh, to be a dog in a crate.”

Cade rolled his eyes at Sean’s fly-on-a-wall reference. “ ’Night, Sean,” he grumbled.

“See you two crazy kids later.” He strolled out of the room but paused and patted the kitchen wall. “Oh, and FYI, the shower in Cade’s room backs to the kitchen.”

God, Sean was like a male version of me. Poor Brinley, always having to put up with my crap. She was a damn good sport.

Cade just shook his head and muttered, “Jealous?”

“Fuck yeah, I am,” Sean called back as he wandered down the hall. “I’m going to start calling you magic hands.”

Though Sean was still fucking around, I sensed Cade losing his patience.

“It’s not just his hands,” I said.

Sean looked over his shoulder at me.

“I mean, call him what you want, but don’t sell him short.”

Sean just stared at me, surprised by either what I’d said or the fact I’d said anything at all.

I smiled in the way that always drove guys crazy, totally fake but filled with flirtation. “Listen close tonight and maybe you can figure out what I like to call him.”

He leaned his head against his door frame and groaned. “Just not even fair.” He picked his head up and glanced at me. “If you get bored, you know I live right down the hall.”

I laughed, though Cade didn’t seem to find quite the humor in it I did.

He slipped his hand in mine. “Not happening, bro.”

Sean raised his hands. “Just throwing it out there.”

“Thanks,” I said sweetly. “But my schedule is pretty full with Cade RSVPing to my fuckfest and all…”

Cade chuckled.

Sean gaped at me then, with a pointed look at Cade, said, “Marry her, dude. Seriously, if you don’t, I will.” He stepped into his room grumbling something about fuckfests.

“My roommate is in love with you now. You’re like this hot female version of him. His dream girl.”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“It was just after eleven and I had a missed text from Cade. There was a picture of Scout sprawled across his bed with a message. The text had just come through. It was probably what had woken me.

Cade: I think Scout misses you.

Me: He looks pretty comfy. Probably happy to have his spot back.

Cade: Okay, by “Scout” maybe I meant me.

Me: You can cuddle with Scout.

Cade: He keeps kicking me away.

I laughed and started to type when another message came through.

Cade: He prefers you. We have that in common.

It hit me then how much I genuinely liked Cade.

Me: My bed’s pretty lonely too. At least you have Scout.”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“His phone dinged again. “This crazy-ass voicemail. It’s all jacked—Wait, when did you call me?”

“Please don’t listen to that,” I blurted.

He grinned. “Okay, now I have to hear it. Was this last night? Were you drunk? Did you drunk-dial me?” he teased. But it was too late, he’d already lifted the phone.

Bile rose in my throat and the room became a thousand degrees hotter. “Please. Don’t.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” He grew quiet and listened. “I don’t hear anything. Wait. You didn’t mean to call, did you? Is that another guy?”

I put my face in my hands. Cade was quiet as he listened. And I prayed for a giant black hole to open and swallow me.

His phone made a soft thump as he tossed it onto the coffee table. The couch moved with him as he settled back.

“You can uncover your face now.” His tone didn’t sound angry but I still couldn’t face him. His hands slid around my wrists and gently tugged, forcing me to lower them.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, annoyed that I didn’t even have my own car to leave.

“Was that your roommate?” he asked.

I nodded, my face still tucked down.

“And…her boyfriend?”

“No, her best friend.”

“So you told your roommate about me?”

I could hear the smile in his voice and looked up.

“I mean, I assume you don’t know a bunch of ‘therapy dog’ guys named Cade, but I could be wrong.”

“You aren’t pissed about what you heard?”

“All I heard were some friends teasing you…about me. They think you want me. Bad.” He grinned.

“And what I said?”

“Were you serious? Because to me you sounded annoyed, maybe even defensive. And considering you stayed home last night and are with me tonight, I don’t think you really planned a, how did you put it? ‘Weekend fuckfest.’ ” He bit back a smile.

“You were never supposed to hear that.” I crossed my arms. “And I expected you to be upset, not tease me about it.”

He grabbed my hand. “C’mon, I’m sorry. Did you want to have a weekend fuckfest? I don’t want to interfere with your plans.” He tugged my hand, urging me to look up. “Look, we can have one. I’m game. Don’t stop on account of me.”

“Shut up.”

His hand made its way to my arm and he slid me along the leather couch, and tucked me into him. “Quit being all grumpy. I’m RSVPing to your fuckfest. I mean, I’ve never had one, but it seems pretty self-explanatory.”

“You’re an asshole.” And by that I really meant the most perfect fucking guy ever. Who hears something like that and plays it totally cool?

“So, am I also supposed to bend you over a table or something? Because I think your roommate might have mentioned that as well.”

I shoved him back while trying hard not to smile. “I hate you.”

He laughed and scooped me into his lap. “If it makes you feel any better, my roommate knows I have the hots for you too.”

I rolled my eyes”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“The store he’d chosen was Target. Which could be my second home, so I led him right to kids’ clothes.

He stood on the edge of the little girls’ department with his mouth slightly agape. “This is a lot of clothes.”

I laughed and looped my arm through his. “C’mon, it’s not that bad.”

“How do you choose anything? It just goes on forever.”

“What did your sister say? Be specific.” I released his arm and ran my fingers over a cute floral dress.

“Size two. No exact matches. Summer clothes. Nothing slutty. Shorts. Dresses. No pants.”

I turned and stared at him. “Wait, she said nothing slutty?”

He chuckled. “I just threw that in to see if you were really paying attention. You kind of had that glazed-over storegasm look.”

My lips parted. “Did you just say ‘storegasm’?”

With a sheepish grin he looked down, then glanced back up. “My sister calls it that. I swear it’s not my word. Like when she walks into her favorite store or finds a sale, she says it’s better than…” He looked away. “I think I’m just going to shut up now.”

“Huh.” I looked through the rack again. “I kind of like it. Storegasm.” Cade didn’t move as I repeated the word, testing it out for myself. “But don’t worry. I was listening. Trust me, you’d know if I was having a storegasm.” I glanced at him, then walked over to the next rack.

When he didn’t follow, I looked over my shoulder at him. “You coming?”

One eyebrow shot up.

I bit back a smile and turned away.

He cleared his throat and followed.”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“You hungry? We can grab a burger or something before we get home. Mom’s on another health kick. She’s determined to cook kale into everything we eat.”

“Kale?”

“It’s spinach’s ugly stepsister.”

I laughed. “I know what it is, but why kale?”

“Oh, superfood? I don’t recall. I just know our dinners have been very green lately.” He unlocked the doors to his SUV. “Which means we really need a burger. We’re stopping.” He cleared his throat. “Don’t tell Mom.”

And this was why I loved my dad.”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“Well, good. I figured you were, but…” He turned down our street and glanced at me. “Wait, there’s another guy, isn’t there?” He grinned.

“Ugh, Dad. I’m not talking boys with you.”

“What’s his name?”

I feigned a scowl.

“Does he go to Sutton?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Where’d you meet?”

A smile cracked.

We pulled into the driveway.

“What’s he do?”

I sighed then rattled off his answers. “Cade. He’s a therapy dog handler who volunteers at the hospital where I did my internship, and he works at the university rec center.”

Dad let out a low, long whistle. “I approve.”

I rolled my eyes again. “If you tell Mom, I’ll deny everything and tell her I’ve started dating girls.”

“Your life choices don’t change how I feel about you, though your mom may be slow to come around.”

“I’m not a lesbian, Dad.”

“I’d love you even if you were.”

“Dad.” I covered my face with my hands. “This conversation is so over.”

He chuckled. “C’mon, short stack. Later, you can show me a picture of this young man or special lady in your life, that’s your choice.”

I groaned. “That was meant to deter this conversation.”

With another laugh, he hopped out, grabbed my suitcase from the back and unlocked the front door.”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“How’s it going so far?”

“Eh.” I examined my hair for split ends.

“That good, huh?”

“Well, let’s see. My sister just called my ex ‘babe,’ my mom may have suggested I got fat, and my dad might think I’m a lesbian.”

Cade laughed. Like hard. “Okay. First off, you’re not fat. I should know. I’ve seen you naked.”

My face warmed. “That you have.”

“Very naked. In fact, picturing it right now.” He made a low satisfied sound. “Nope, definitely not fat.”

I laughed. “Focus, Cade.”

“Sorry, so, um, lesbian? What’s that about?”

“Dad was teasing me, asking a bunch of questions about you. I told him if he mentioned anything to Mom, I’d tell her I was into girls—it would totally freak her out—then he gets all supportive of my lifestyle choices and says he’d love me no matter my orientation.”

“So you told him about me?” I could tell he smiled by the sound of his voice.

“Yeah. Though I’m not sure I’ve convinced him of your gender. On a good note, he approves of you, regardless.”

Cade chuckled. “Good to know. Guess you said something right.”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“With Scout’s face between both my hands, I kissed the top of his head. “How are you, boy? I missed you.”

Scout licked my chin then stared up at me with his brown eyes. He really was an adorable dog. Golden with eyes that sucked you in, just like his owner.

“So he’s doing okay?” I asked.

“Yep, once the cast comes off he’ll be back to himself.”

Scout’s back leg was bandaged up in a dark blue cast. Written across it: Ask me about my third leg.

I choked back a laugh. “Let me guess. You wrote that?”

“Scout asked me to. Says it helps with the bitches.” He paused expectantly. “See what I did there?”

“You’re hilarious.” I rolled my eyes.”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“So to clarify, I like you. More than like you. You’re my happy.”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“Man, I could get used to this. You can just hang around complimenting me until my ego explodes, inevitably taking us both out”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“You can only listen to discussions about potty training and the terrible twos so many times before you want to take a nap, facedown in the kiddie pool.”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“He studied me then sighed. “Let’s go watch a shitty reality show that will make us feel better about our own lives.”

“I’m in.” I headed to the living room and plopped onto the couch. “The more fucked up the better.”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“You came back. Guess I didn’t totally wreck your day.” He smiled. As if that face could ruin anything. “You didn’t look like you wanted to kill me or anything when you walked in, so I’m hoping we’re all good?”

Okay, so technically he was thinking about how he possibly screwed up my life, not so much me, but, whatever, I’d take it.

“It’s all good. I was on time and considering the dress code here is apparently anything five times your normal size”—I gestured to my scrubs—“no one seemed to notice or care I had on your shirt.”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“This internship was my future, an opportunity to stay in Texas with a promise to never have to move back to Colorado.

Problem was…the hospital elevator had other plans.

Waiting at ground level, I pushed the up button and stared at the shiny metal doors waiting for them to glide open. Nothing. I glanced up at the glowing number four, begging for it to start its descent to one. But it didn’t budge. How long did it take for people to get on?

I checked my phone. My earliness could quickly creep to tardiness if the elevator didn’t hurry. Or made multiple stops. Or I got lost. Shit.”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt

“A slender woman greeted me. “You must be Fallon Carr.”

Clearly she’d figured out who I was by elimination. Everyone else had arrived, and was seated like good little interns. Shit.

With a smile, I nodded. “Yes. Sorry I’m late.”

She glanced at a clock. “Looks like you’re on time to me.”

And for the love of all things holy, the clock on the wall was a few minutes slow. It was the first thing to go right for me since stepping into the hospital today.”
― Renita Pizzitola, Just a Little Flirt