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A white towel is wrapped around lean hips, and droplets of water cling to a beautiful six-pack. Of course, I’m merely observing his body as a medical professional.
Ha.
Even I can’t convince myself of that. And when the cocky ass opens his door with a shit-eating grin on his deliciously sexy, and completely full-of-himself face, I’d bet my medical degree he knows exactly what I was just thinking.
He steps aside, and Zeus strolls right past both of us, then disappears down the hall.
Sawyer’s eyes travel up from the tips of my toes, slowly taking in every bundled-up inch of my body. “Hey ya, Red. Expecting a snowstorm?”
Asshole.
“It snowed last night, Kingston. I’m dressed appropriately.” I fight the urge to stomp my cute, booted foot and glare at him instead.
Sawyer shakes his head. “It snowed less than an inch last night—that’s nothing. But I guess when you’re a West Coast girl, being transplanted here can be a bit of a shock to the system.”
“I’m not transplanted, and you know it. I was born and raised here.” Okay. So now the foot stomp happens. But in my defense, I didn’t kick him in the nuts like I wanted to.
“Oh, I know it. I just wasn’t sure if you remembered where you came from. I mean, you haven’t been back in how many years? I thought maybe you forgot your roots.” Why... why does this man know exactly how to needle me? “Are you renting instead of buying because you’re not sure you’re gonna stay?”
I direct my eyes to the sky and take a calming breath, saying a silent prayer that I don’t kill this man. I’m pretty sure that would violate my Hippocratic oath.Stupid ethics.“Not that you deserve to know anything about me, but I’m staying. In fact, I was on my way to my parents’ house to discuss joining my mother’s practice as a full partner.”
Sawyer chuckles. “Nepotism at its finest. Our parents have always been good at that.”
“Fuck. You. Kingston.” My blood boils at his inference that I didn’t earn this position. Like his father didn’t fix his life for him when he needed it. “You were born on third base, just like I was. Don’t act like you hit a touchdown all on your own.”
“Pretty sure you just mixed up baseball and football. But keep going. Watching you lose your shit was always so much fun. It’s definitely worth the pain of listening to you butcher sports references.” He pushes the door open wider and steps aside. “As amusing as this is, it’s getting a bit nipply standing here. You wanna come in and tell me what brought you by this fine morning?”
I. Hate. Him.
“Keep your dog off my yard. And don’t leave the poor thing locked outside in the freezing cold. He needed help getting back in.” There. I said what I came to say. Time to go.
The gorgeous motherfucker starts laughing.
Like, legit belly laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I demand and shove my hand in my pocket so I don’t haul off and punch him. I swear he makes me stabby.
“Oh, Red. If you could only see how cute you are when you’re pissy.” His bottomless blue eyes sparkle with evil mischief, and I swear to God I’d kick his perfect ass if I wasn’t worried about slipping on the ice.
“Fuck off, Kingston. Take care of your dog better than you take care of the humans around you.”
Sawyer’s face freezes, and a mask slips into place. “He’s got a dog door, Wren. Zeus can come and go as he pleases. But he never leaves my yard. I’ve got an electric fence.” He looks over his shoulder, probably looking for Zeus, but that little troublemaker is hiding.
Smart dog.
“Then check your fence because he was in my front yard this morning. If he gets hit by a car, it’ll be your fault for not taking better care of him.” I turn to walk away, but Sawyer grabs my arm, and tingles shoot up my body.
I guess some things never change, no matter how much you wish they would.
“I’ll check the fence. I’m not worried about him on your lawn, but I’d never want something to happen to him. I’m not a monster.” My eyes slice to where his hand grips the forearm of my green puffer jacket, and he lets me go.
“That’s debatable.” I step back. “I’ll see you around, Kingston.”
I act like I don’t hear him when he responds, “Yes, you will,” and walk back to my house, then lock myself in my car, where I may or may not scream.
If no one is there to hear it, it didn’t happen.
