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“You almost do. Though pretty swanky cave.” I patted Boomer’s side as he shifted until he could drape his bulk over my legs.
Christian blew out a breath. “I even chatted with your mom at the grocery store last week. She helped me pick out a melon.”
I groaned and threw myself sideways across the bed.
“Problem?”
“My mom is former FBI.”
“Yes.”
“Do you have any idea how she interrogates people?”
“Just random people? She didn’t interrogate me at the Piggly Wiggly.”
“That was before you railed her only daughter into next Tuesday.”
He cocked a brow. “Hey Siri, what day is it?”
“Today is Tuesday November 1st, 2022.”
“See?”
“It’s not because I railed you into Tuesday. Tuesday always follows Monday.”
“Are you always like this?”
“Logical? Yes. Unfailingly.”
I groaned and covered my face. But I was grinning. He had a way of making everything seem…simple. Not hopelessly tangled or messed up.
Maybe we could just be cool about this. Have sex and hang out here or there and still talk to our friends and family. Why not? It didn’t have to be weird.
I didn’t have to write him a note before I escaped like a thief in the night that it was fun but now I was going to work in another county because if my family knew I was boning him and—dear God—asked me questions about it, I’d probably die of embarrassment.
And he’d definitely die of embarrassment because they had no idea when to stop. Subtlety was not a factor in the McNeill family.
I dropped my hands from my face and found Christian watching me patiently while Boomer crossed his gigantic paws over my belly and waited.
“I was going to sneak out and just…split,” I admitted to the ceiling, since I couldn’t stare at two pairs of earnest eyes and not crumble like a day old cookie.
“Don’t do that.”
Christian’s sharp tone had me bringing my gaze back to his warily.
“Do anything else, but don’t shut me out and take off. Anything but that.”
“Okay,” I said quietly. “Why?”
“Because it’s a shitty thing to do? Because I wouldn’t do that to you? Because why do I deserve that kind of treatment? How’s that?” He rose to prowl around the room like an huge, tense jungle cat.
“That’s more words than I’ve ever heard you use at one time.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t speak when it’s not necessary.”
I sighed and shifted to bury my face in Boomer’s bristly fur. It occurred to me I barely knew this dog and I was being very familiar with an unpredictable animal, but he merely shifted more on his side and let me have my way with him.
Kind of like his owner.
