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“Help me create a totally kickass menu for the cook-off. I want to blow him out of the water.”
“I can do that.” I gave her a grin. “It’s kind of my thing.”
“Don’t be cocky.” She punched my leg lightly.
“If you think that’s cocky, you’re about to be schooled on the true meaning of the word.”
“Uh-huh. Bring it, Kincaid.”
The look she gave me made me want to hit the gas pedal just a little harder.
Thirteen
“You’re parking?” I asked Sean when we pulled onto my block. “Why? Do you have something to do in this neighborhood?” I used my best act
ing skills to sound totally innocent, like I had no idea his plan was to come upstairs so we could rip our clothes off.
He gave me a long look that made me feel warm. “Oh, hell, yeah, I have something to do in this neighborhood. I’m about to do you, Isla.”
He looked like he wanted to get started on that plan in the car. “I didn’t invite you up.” I was going to, of course, but I liked to remind Sean he wasn’t my boss in this relationship. Just at Bone.
Sean swore. “Do you have plans for tonight? I shouldn’t have wasted the day driving you upstate.”
Apparently my acting skills were better than I thought. “No, I don’t have plans. I’m just giving you a hard time because you assumed you could come up.”
He found a parking spot and deftly backed the car into it. “So I’m like a vampire. I have to wait for you to specifically invite me before I can cross your threshold?”
I laughed. “No. You’re impossible.”
“I’m obsessed with getting you naked. That’s all I’m thinking about right now. So feel free to torture me further or invite me up. Your call.”
“Oh, I’m going to invite you upstairs and then torture you.” I dropped the innocent act and went full-on seductress.
Sean’s normally light eyes were a stormy deep green. “I can live with that.”
When we went up to my apartment, I bent down and picked up Scott. “Say hi to your buddy, Sean,” I said. “And be nice to him.” I petted Scott’s head and rubbed behind his ears.
“I don’t think he’s capable of being nice.” Sean shut my door and put his hand out for Scott to sniff.
My cat hissed at him. “He’s used to being the man of the house.”
“He’s just mad because you named him Scott.”
“What’s wrong with the name Scott?” I set him back down and took my boots off. “I’m not big on names that are traditional pet names, like Fluffy or Paws. Felicia and Michael could pull off having a Mittens for a cat, and it would be adorable and appropriate, but that’s not me. I like human names for cats.”
“I think you should call him F. Scott. He is named after F. Scott Fitzgerald, right? I saw you quoted him on your profile.”
I knew he must have seen that. I tried not to be embarrassed. I mean, I’d put it out there. “Yes, I named him after the author. But I’m not sure I could walk around calling my cat F. Scott. It sounds like I’m cussing him out all the time.” I felt bad just thinking about it. I leaned down and petted him again. “My sweet little pudgy wudge. I love you, Scottie.”
“Now I feel bad for even suggesting it.” Sean stripped off his sweatshirt and put it on my sofa. “It’s hot in here.”
“It’s the radiators. Or were you just saying that to have an excuse to take your shirt off?”
“No, it’s actually hot in here.” Sean gave me a look that curled my toes. “I don’t need an excuse to take my shirt off.”
“You really are ridiculously confident.”
“I’ve been accused of worse things.”
