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In fact, by the time I got out of the shower, dressed in the midriff sweater, grabbed the fudge, and trudged my way over to Hunter’s, I was steamed.
I had enough going on in my life. I was fulfilled.
Besides, I’d loved before, and it hurt more than anything to lose them. I certainly didn’t need to go repeating that pattern.
Flirting with everyone was better than dating anyone.
As I rang Hunter’s doorbell, I tapped my boot impatiently while waiting for him to open the door.
My naked Christmas tree needed me.
“Daisy, hey.” His blue eyes fastened on mine the moment he opened the door, and every traitor of a cell I had in my body ignited as if I’d never seen a sexy man before.
“Here’s your fudge.” I shoved the plate into his hands. “Merry Christmas.”
I turned around to head back home, but his hand gently gripped my arm. “It’s too cold to walk home. Let me drive you.”
“Absolutely not. I don’t need your fancy seats. I’m just fine.” I glanced over my shoulder to see him staring at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. “But thanks for the offer.”
Without warning, a willowy white cat snaked between Hunter’s legs, and he gasped. “No, Purrlock Holmes. Stay.” He handed me the plate back and dove for the cat, who hissed at him as he landed in the snow next to her. She curled her tail and meowed as Hunter scooped the cat into his arms and stood.
“Did you just call her Purrlock Holmes?” My brows rose. “Because I’m pretty sure you did.”
He turned around and dropped Purrlock into his house before quickly shutting the door.
“She’s an escape artist.”
I laughed. “Not a detective?”
His smile reached his eyes as he took the plate of fudge from me, unwrapped the plastic wrap, and snuck a piece of fudge. “I should have named her Purrdini.”
“Look at you go with the puns and stuff.”
He popped the entire piece of fudge in his mouth. “Mmm. Dang. How did you make this so creamy?”
I grinned and shrugged, opening up my jacket to reveal the sweater Millie had told me to wear.
His gaze swept across my bare midriff, and a smile edged its way deeper into his gaze.
Maybe Millie was onto something.
“A family recipe used by millions. I use marshmallow crème.” I folded my arms across my chest and watched Hunter reach under the plastic wrap for another piece. “And for the record, how can you possibly make fun of Foxy when you named your cat Purrlock?”
He cocked his head. “What do you mean?”
“Seriously? You think Purrlock Holmes is a normal cat name?”
Hunter chuckled. “It’s a cat. You named an inanimate object something sexy and provocative.”
“My Subaru turned you on? Is that what you’re saying?”
The look in his eyes stirred something deep inside me.
There was something so familiar and comforting behind his eyes.
I dropped my gaze and cleared my throat. “Anyway, I need to get back. I have big plans for the afternoon.”
“Oh, yeah?” He wrapped the plastic wrap over the plate. “What are they?”
