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“You bad boy,” she chided. “You’re going to get me in trouble again.”
He just purred some more. He even rubbed up against Snow, and she liked him. Odd animals, she was thinking as she picked up her cell phone. So odd!
The phone rang and rang. Finally, he answered it. “Hello?” he asked gruffly.
Not a friendly greeting. He’d recognized her number. “Your cat is down here,” she said shortly.
“Did you lure him in with chicken treats or kidnap him as an excuse to see me?” he drawled.
She punched the red button and tossed the phone onto the sofa. A string of curses followed. She could have screamed. She only wished she had an old-fashioned telephone, one she could slam down in his ears, the pig!
Minutes later, his truck stopped outside. She waited a few seconds after he knocked to go to the front door. She had Jarvis in her arms when she opened it.
“Here,” she said, handing him the big cat.
His eyebrows arched over dancing brown eyes. “No invitation to have coffee and talk?”
“I don’t drink coffee at night, and I don’t want to talk to you. The road is that way.” She pointed.
“You sure got up on the wrong side of the bed,” he commented. “Jeff lacking as a lover, is he?”
She flushed. “My private business is none of yours.”
“Should I be crass and remind you that I saved your dog? The white one there who likes to follow me home?” He indicated Snow, who was sitting patiently in front of him, obviously in love with him.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I thanked you for that.”
“So you did.”
She glared at him. “All you ever do is insult me. Don’t expect a warm welcome here.”
“It never crossed my mind,” he said, studying her angry face. “You coming with Jeff to the Christmas dance?”
“Yes.”
“I’m bringing Dana. She can dance.”
So could Meadow, but she wasn’t taking the time to tell him so.
“Do you dance?” he asked. “I’ve never actually seen you do it. The punch bowl got in the way . . .”
“I’m freezing.” She indicated the open door behind him.
“Want me to come in and close it?” he asked in a mock tender tone.
“How about closing it from the outside?” she retorted.
“Heartless woman. If you didn’t want me here, why did you lure my cat in?”
“I don’t have to lure your cat, he thinks he lives here!”
“Your dog thinks she’s mine.” He indicated Snow licking the hand that wasn’t holding Jarvis.
“I’ll speak to her firmly,” she said. “Now, good night.”
He chuckled softly. “You improve with age.”
“Do I really? Sorry, but your opinion is way down on my list of things that matter.”
