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“Fuck, Strap, you’re fucking amazing. You’re incredible,” Mickey yelled out.
“And you’re a fucking goddess.”
TWENTY
MICKEY
Mickey’s hand came up to rub the back of her neck. She was exhausted after last night.
Every time I think he can’t get any better, he does.
A smile crept up her face at the thought of him, and it was a physical strain for her not to grin.
Her eyes fell back into focus on the research. She dragged the mouse down the side scroll and tried to get back to her work. It was hard. Her mind kept floating over the idea of Strap above her, under her, touching her everywhere. She groaned just as the man himself walked in the door.
With a cheery face, Strap put whatever he was carrying on the counter. Upon closer inspection, it was a few bags of groceries. Mickey’s eyebrows rose in surprise.Why would he do that?She didn’t have an answer by the time he walked over and pressed a kiss on her forehead.
“How’s your research going?” Strap asked, looking down at the screen from above her. Mickey shrugged lightly, sliding her hand over the top of the laptop. She closed it softly and put it to the side. Strap stepped out of the way as Mickey stood and walked over to the groceries.
“What’s all this?” she asked, pulling an assortment of vegetables and meats out of the two bags.
“Food.” Strap’s voice lifted with a sarcastic tone as he answered. As if the answers were right in front of her the whole time. Mickey’s eyes rolled hard as she huffed.
“I mean, I’m surprised you got them.” Her questioning tone was genuine, and she was met with a slightly accusatory glance from Strap. It was odd to see a man who was both panther and shifter doing something … so domestic.
“I’m notcompletelydomestically useless, you know,” he grumbled. Mickey gave off a small chuckle before putting away the groceries.
“Whatever you say, catbirdbrain.” She gave Strap a big, cheesy grin as she put the celery in the crisper.
“Would you stop calling me that?” Strap groaned, annoyed at the nickname. Mickey only giggled in response.
“It’s true. I’m just calling you exactly what you are.” She stated matter-of-factly. Strap looked down at her, and his annoyed glare faded as she cheerfully grinned at him. The soft look in his eyes made Mickey blush, and she broke their stare as she looked into what was in her hands. A head of lettuce sat all wrapped up, and she toyed with the plastic.
Wanting to end the discomfort she felt, Mickey started up an entirely different conversation.
“I found out that Biagini isn’t the original owner of that house.” Strap’s eyebrows lifted as he glanced at her before emptying the last of the cupboard food from the grocery bag.
“Who owned it first, then?” he asked.
“It was originally built for a Spanish movie star. The company who designed it’s actually local to the town.”
The news had Strap interested, and as the last of the groceries were put away, he toyed with a few ideas out loud to Mickey as he made breakfast for them.
Mickey said she wasn’t hungry, so they ate bowls of cereal in the kitchen together. Strap poked Mickey’s nose with the end of his spoon, which made her jerk and spill a bit of milk on him.
“I am so sorry.” She quickly put the bowl down and grabbed a paper towel. Strap was laughing the whole time.
“It’s all right, doll.” He grinned, taking the paper towel from her hands. The rest of their breakfast was uneventful. Strap took her bowl and put them both in the sink.
“Get your shoes on,” he said as he grabbed his own.
Mickey walked out of the kitchenette. “Where are we going?” She grabbed her shoes slowly, hoping he would tell her before she put them on.
“It’s a surprise.” He smiled, flashing his canines at her. She gave a fake pout before tying up her laces and standing with a hop.
“All right, fine, keep your secrets!”
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