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Whatever it was, the huge doors were wide open. Inside was a feast of tools, and speakers the size of my tires flanked each side facing into the shop. I was pretty sure I saw a motorcycle under a tarp in the back. More importantly was the grill and the streaming scent of hot dogs and burgers along with something spicy.
I let out an audible groan. He was making street corn.
“No way.”
Francie stopped howling and ran over to me, bouncing around my ankles. Her tiny pink bow had been righted and gave her a puppy vibe I couldn’t resist.
I scooped her up and she immediately burrowed into the large pocket in the front of my sweatshirt. She did it so fast that I had a feeling she did it often.
Daddy came out of the garage-slash-workshop-slash-barn and stopped, crossing his arms over his own hoodie.
Yep. Bingo.
Francie peeked her head out and yipped, then she licked my fingers as I immediately soothed her with a scratch under her chin.
“Can I help you?”
I peeked around the grill, trying on a bright smile. “Maybe. If you’re feeling neighborly.”
“And if I’m not?”
“I’ll steal your dog.”
“You do realize you’re talking to an officer of the law, right?”
I shrugged. “I’m sure she’d come back eventually.”
He rolled his eyes. “Probably for the same reason you’re here.”
“Sex?” I widened my eyes. “Why, Officer GQ, that’s very disturbing.”
I hadn’t meant to say the s-word already. I mean, it had been a while and I was always looking for a new technique for some fun, but I wasn’t actually looking for an orgasm.
Maybe a burger and then an orgasm though.
Sex wasn’t on the table yet. But a neighborly orgasm wasn’t a bad deal. Or some edging. I didn’t want to let him win that easily. Or at all.
Not at all was the correct answer, Vanessa Vail.
I was too hungry for linear thought, obviously.
“Take pity on a girl.”
“After you accused me of beastiality?”
“You know the term?” I narrowed my eyes. “Should I worry?”
“You’re too ridiculous for words.”
I got that a lot. I was well aware I was too much for most people. A fact that usually made me even more outrageous.
I spotted the camping chair just outside the huge barn doors and plopped myself down. Francie peeked out of my pouch and wiggled her adorable little nose before returning to burrow next to my belly.
“She does this a lot?”
He gave a careless shrug and picked up a pair of tongs hanging from the side of the bright red grill. It was a weird egg shape, but man, everything inside smelled like heaven.
“If I feed you, will you scram?”
