“Dammit, Mouse!”
He barked and raced around me thinking it was a game.
“Dog?” Phoebe’s voice came from the building.
“Shit,” I muttered. I did not need her to haul me off the ground again. My ego was in the basement of hell, but I still had a sliver of one.
Mouse came over to me, licking my face before he settled himself right next to me in the snow.
“You’re not helping.”
“Dog?”
Mouse climbed on top of me, his white fur full of snow and ice. I tried to push him off, but he was in full-on play mode. His foot nailed me in the thigh, then smashed me in the balls. I curled on my side, swearing.
“What’s going on—” Her voice cut off as husky laughter floated on the cold air.“Dog, what are you doing to him?”
“Trying to unman me,” I growled.
She clomped over in boots that were undone. She wore a green...was that a jumpsuit? It looked like a mechanic’s style overalls, but was definitely made for her body. And then some.
Sweet hell.
She hauled the box off me and set it on the stairs. “Are you okay?”
Mouse wanted to get her in on the fun and pranced over to her, pushing her closer to me. She absently patted his head. “Not helping, Dog.”
He turned around and came back to me. I curled into my side so I didn’t get another drive-by kick. My fingers burned thanks to the icy cold snow up my sleeves as I tried to push myself up.
“Mouse, get off me.”
“Mouse?” She narrowed her gaze on Mouse with her hands on her hips. “That’s the name you’re good with? Do you know how many cool names I offered?” She leaned down and ruffled his ears and kissed his nose. “Mouse? Really?”
I groaned. “He was acting like one. All meek and afraid, but it was all a lie.”
She snickered. “I like the name. Even if you’re about fifty times the size of one.” She draped herself over the dog linking her arms around his middle. Even with my balls throbbing, I couldn’t help but notice the way the buttons gaped showing off a whole lot of skin.
I tried to avert my eyes.
She yelped as snow must have gone down the jumpsuit. She ripped them open and turned slightly away to dig the snow out.
So much paint splattered golden skin.
Fuck me.
I collapsed back into the snowbank and stared at the sky.
“Relax, Dutch it’s just boobs. I’m covered again.”
Only she would make me feel like an ass for being a damn gentleman. I opened my eyes and she was looming over me, her blond hair in two messy twists on either side of her head. Her bangs were streaked with purple along with another stripe along her neck.
Maybe the drawings on my walls weren’t just random doodles.
Was she an artist?
Not that I should be surprised, her illustrations were far too incredible to be an offhand sketch.
“Do you need help?”
