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“Bad fucking pussy,” he choked out, dragging Claire away from the flailing cat, who was hissing and spitting at them both. “Did he get me?” he demanded, thrusting his hand in her face. “I feel like he got me.”
“I don’t know,” Claire screeched, pushing them both into the corner of the bathroom. “But I really hate your cat,” she squeezed out, huddling under his arm.
“Let me help,” I offered, stepping into the danger zone.
Smothering my laughter, I swiped a towel off the handrail and approached with caution.
“Don’t do it, Shannon,” Gibsie warned as he and Claire clung to each other, cowering from the cat. “He’s a bastard with violent tendencies.”
“That’s not true,” I coaxed, crouching down in front of the bathtub, eyes locked on the stunning, albeit lethal cat. “You’re not a bastard, are you, Brian?” I asked as I reached out and stroked Brian’s head.
Surprisingly, he let me stroke him without fuss.
“Meow,” he croaked out, hackles retracting.
“It’s okay,” I soothed, stroking him in a gentle pattern. “You’re okay.”
“Jesus Christ,” Gibsie breathed. “Your girl here is like the pussy whisperer.”
“Shannon,” Claire squeaked. “Please be careful. He’s vicious. He can turn on you in an instant.”
“Yeah, Shannon,” Gibsie agreed. “Be fucking careful. He only lets my mother and Kav hold him. He’s seriously dangerous.”
“Shh, guys, don’t shout,” I warned when Brian’s hackles shot back up. “You two are making him nervous,” I explained. “He can sense your anxiety and it’s making him lash out.”
I sat there for several more minutes just stroking and petting his face and ears until reaching over and scooping him up.
“Good boy,” I cooed lovingly, holding him to my chest.
Thankfully, I was rewarded with a deep purring noise.
Flicking my gaze to Gibsie, I asked, “How far is your house?”
“Directly across the street,” Gibsie replied.
“Okay.” I continued to stroke Brian. “Do you want me to carry him over to your house for you?”
He nodded gratefully.
I inclined my head toward the door and said, “Lead the way.”
Gibsie scuffled out nervously, keeping a wide berth from me.
Careful not to upset the cat in my arms, I followed him out of the Biggs’ fancy house and across the street to another impressive-looking three-story property.
“You’re a lifesaver, little Shannon,” Gibsie announced when Brian was safely tucked away in his house. “Seriously.”
“You’re welcome,” I replied, feeling shy now that my mission was complete and I was alone with a virtual stranger. “It was no big deal.”
“It was for me.” Gibsie chuckled as he locked the front door and slipped his key back into his jeans pocket. “I’m heading out tonight for birthday drinks, and you just saved my ass from showing up covered in scratches.”
“It’s your birthday?” I asked, falling in step alongside him as we crossed the quiet cul-de-sac road back to Claire’s house. “Today?”
“It is indeed.” Gibsie grinned. “The big one-seven.”
“Oh, well happy seventeenth birthday,” I replied. “I hope you have a great night.”
“Ah, I’m only heading for a few quiet ones with the lads,” he explained as he walked up the garden path. “The big celebrations will happen the end of May.”
