“Did you just…?” He looked down.
I guided his chin up so our gazes met. “Yeah, I just did.”
“Cool. Snow.”
He pressed a kiss to my lips, then we tumbled out of the condo.
Said snow was light and fluffy. As Dade had predicted, many of the sidewalks were plowed. As I’d predicted, plenty of dirty slush abounded, and piles of snow often blocked our route as we ventured farther south along Jervis Street.
Dade pointed to one of the newer residential buildings. “How does that even stay upright?”
“No idea. But it’s the place to live downtown these days.”
He snickered. “Because it’s so ugly. I love your place, with those amazing views.” He paused. “But that’s not why I want to be with you.”
“No, you just want my magic cock.”
He wiggled his ass.
A woman walking a poodle gave us the once-over. “Well, nothing like being honest.” Then she walked on, her little one following with his nose in the air and adorable yellow booties on his paws.
“Hey, does your condo allow pets?”
I eyed Dade. “Yes.”
“Cool. How about kids?”
Before I could answer that yes, children were allowed and why was he asking, his phone rang.
He gave me a sheepish look.
I waved for him to take the call.
“Hello?”
To my surprise, he put the call on speaker.
“Dade Simard?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Hey, this is Cole Hamilton.”
We both stilled. The lead actor on the series. The Vigilante in Vigilante Justice.
“You there?”
“Uh, yeah…” Dade’s eyes were wide with…panic? Excitement?
“So, I know this is unusual, but I asked the producer if I could give you the call. Elouise said she saw you last night and kind of let the cat out of the bag—”
“She didn’t say anything,” Dade was quick to interject.
Cole laughed—a rich, deep sound. “Yes, Elouise’s mouth runs away from her sometimes. Anyway, we want to offer you the part. Of course, you’ll need to talk to your agent—”
“Yes! I accept! Uh…where do I sign?”
Dade fumbled through his pockets with the hand not gripping his phone.