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He dips his head, our noses touching before he kisses me. His tongue invades my mouth, and the hand holding me back by my hair releases its grip to slide to the curve of my ass. I pull away and gasp when he picks me up and sets me on the counter.
“We have to go,” I whisper.
He ignores my weak warning, his lips claiming mine again. I clutch at his jacket but pull away even though I don’t want to stop.
“I have to run during lunch to take care of Frog. And Finn can’t make it to the hotel to stay with you, so you need to come with me.”
I draw a brow, amused. “Frog?”
Scotty rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “The stupid cat you got me.”
I laugh, shaking my head. My hands are still clutching the lapels of his jacket, keeping him close to me. “You named your cat …Frog?”
“I told you I wanted a frog, Saoirse. I was in no place to care for a pet after I got shot. You insisted. So … I named him Frog.”
Laughing, I drop my head and bury it in his chest. I remember the conversation now. I’d handed him a tiny orange kitten after Haley told me he needed company during his recovery, and I was in a rush to get back to Seattle. There’d been a work injury after a building crash and I was needed, even though I wasn’t ready to leave him.
I settled the kitten on his chest, and Scotty had looked at me with a scowl that told me everything I needed to know. He was unimpressed.
“Take it back. I’ll get a fish.”
“No. I have to go to Seattle. And you need something to keep you company.”
“Better yet, get me a frog.”
“A frog?”
He nodded. “They’re amphibious.”
“So?”
“So? So am I?”
“You are?” I giggled, the purrs of the little guy lulling Scotty to sleep.
He yawned. “A frogman, if you will.”
I hide my smile in his chest. “I can’t believe you named him Frog.”
Scotty had stopped texting me while I was in Washington, and when I returned, he refused to see me, so I never got to know the name he chose.
He shrugs. “So, lunch at my place, okay?”
I nod, pulling away. “Sure. Bring him here. Since you refuse to leave me at night.”
With one last kiss, he steps away, grabbing the travel mugs. “Let’s go so you’re not late, baby.”
I hop off the counter, heading for my purse.
Chapter Eighteen
AfterSaoirse’sbuildinginspection,Corbin McClellan, the smug fucking prick, shows up, sauntering in with a paper bag from Fiore’s andthreepaper cups of coffee.
How fucking dare he. Taint my spot with her. I’ll kill him. I’ll chop his body up so finely, then toss him into the harbor for fish food.
The image of red water flashes in my mind as he places breakfast on her desk. I focus on evening out my breathing and playing it cool. He’s brought her food, knowing she doesn’t normally eat. I’ve already fed her this morning though. And I’ll feed her every morning, whether or not she calls off this weird relationship with him.
She and I need to discuss that, too. She can’t be screwing around with me if she stays with him. I was weak last night, and the high from it bled into this morning. But, I’ll be stronger until she dumps this asshole.
