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Fuck. For some unknown reason, I feel bad, and Ineverfeel bad.
“I am sorry. I’ll feed the dogs so you can get dressed. If you haven’t checked outside yet, I’m afraid to inform you that the weather has gotten worse overnight. I don’t think you’ll be leaving until at least tomorrow,” I explain.
I hear the curtains move and then natural light streams into the room.
“Oh, shit,” she mutters under her breath.
“Yeah…oh, shit,” I repeat. I look over at the dogs. “Come on, boys.”
Ames pops his head up again and cocks it to one side as if considering my request.
“Food,” I state sternly.
Isaac jumps off the bed and Ames and what was her dog’s name again? Well, in either case, those two follow Isaac and I lead them out of the room.
“There’s breakfast in the kitchen,” I add as I shut her door, giving her some privacy, but not before I glance over my shoulder. She’s standing in front of the bay window staring out at the blizzard while towel-drying her hair. She seems almost oblivious to my existence or perhaps she’s still too embarrassed to look at me.
The three dogs follow me to the kitchen and sit in front of empty food bowls. I start opening cupboards trying to find a third bowl that can be used by my guest’s canine.
I look at my dogs. “You know you two are fucking traders, right?” I ask them.
Isaac gives me a goofy look with his tongue hanging out. At least Ames has the wherewithal to look slightly sheepish.
I find the food container and throw some food into their bowls and some metal bowl I’m fairly certain is for some kind of food preparation.
The dog doesn’t move as mine begin to eat.
“You can eat,” I tell it. It stares at me.
“Food?” I restate.
I point to the bowl. “Food.”
The dog just looks at the bowl and back at me but doesn’t budge.
“Uh, buddy, I’m not sure what’s happening here. Aren’t you hungry?” I ask him. I pat his head and he leans into my touch.
He’s a sweet beast. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” I say as I feel the silky fur of his ears. “I bet you could teach these goofs a thing or two, huh?”
I swear this dog’s eyes look into my soul.
I lean down a little, so we are nose to nose. “I’m at a loss here, friend. What do I need to do for you to eat? Do you not like the food?” I ask him as I scratch behind his right ear.
I hear something from the doorway, and I look up to find Isabelle leaning against the doorjamb.
She’s giving me a curious look. Unlike yesterday when she was dressed in an outfit that screamed librarian, today her hair is down in soft curls around her face and she’s wearing sweatpants, a hoodie, and running shoes. Only I now know what lies beneath those clothes and I can’t unsee it. She can try all she likes to cover up, but shit, she has a body for sin under all of that. I give my head a little shake. I need to clear those thoughts immediately. I am apparently in need of a booty call with one of my regular go-to flings in the city because it’s been too long and this irritating woman standing in front of me is definitely not my type.
“Eat it all up, Felipe,” she says without breaking eye contact.
I furrow my brows. What the hell is she…oh, the dog. It’s a dog command. I hear Felipe eating and look down to see him enjoying his breakfast alongside my dogs who are nearly finished.
I walk over to the freezer, opening the giant stainless-steel door, I peruse the breakfast options. I settle on a quiche. I pop it in the microwave and use the instructions left on it to reheat it.
“There’s food…in there,” I say as I motion to the freezer.
I turn when I don’t hear her reply. She’s sitting on a stool in the corner of the kitchen watching me.
“Help yourself,” I add as the microwave beeps. I remove my quiche and set it on the counter. She doesn’t get up and I study her. She’s watching me, watching her.
