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I smile and let her think what she needs to so that she is okay with this. Once she’s moved in, I’m not letting her leave. She was right. This is moving too fast, but it’s going to feel so fucking perfect having her here.
I bend down and kiss her lips, glad she accepted so readily. It’ll be easier for me to watch over her because I work from home. I plan to let Nathan know what’s going on, so he’ll be able to keep an eye out while she’s at work. And if the situation warrants it, I’ll hire him and have a tail put on her. I’ll keep that information for later if it’s needed, because I don’t think she’ll be so accepting of it. She just needs to understand that her importance in my life is quickly overshadowing everything else. I’m not willing to risk something happening to her. There’s no fucking way her brother will ever hurt her again.
I scoop her up and take her to the bedroom. When I set her on the bed, I kiss her soft lips, then stand and point a finger at her. “Call Nathan.”
I’m glad to see the smile back on her face, when she two-finger salutes me. “On it.”
I chuckle as I walk away from her to run her a hot bath to loosen her tight muscles. When I return a few minutes later, I come to stop right inside the doorway.
“Where in the hell did that come from?” I ask and narrow my eyes at the fucking cat lying on Willow’s stomach. The little bitch hides from me for weeks, and then comes out and cuddles with Willow?
Willow looks up, hand lazily petting the now plump feline, thanks to the food I’ve been feeding it, and smiles.
“Your cat’s so pretty and sweet.”
“It’s not my cat,” I tell her, and take slow steps toward the bed.
The cat stays on Willow’s stomach, but watches me as I get closer.
Willow’s brows dip down. “What do you mean it’s not your cat?”
“It’s a stray that showed up one day on my porch. It ran into the house weeks ago when I opened the door, and I’ve been looking for it since. The little bitch keeps hiding from me.”
“Aww… you poor baby,” she coos at the cat. “The big bad man calling you nasty names.”
“Hey,” I protest. “I’m not mean. I’ve been feeding it, haven’t I?”
I sit on the side of the bed, keeping my eyes on the cat. It hisses at me and takes off when I reach a hand out to pet it.
“Bitch,” I mutter.
Willow laughs. “Can we keep it?”
I bring my eyes to Willow. I love that she included us both in her question, like she’s already planning her future here with me. If seeing the joy on her face again means keeping the pain-in-the-ass cat, then I’ll gladly say yes.
“If that’s what you want.”
Her smile grows. “It is.”
Remembering the seriousness of our situation, anger slams back into me. I scoop her in my arms and carry her to the bathroom. I strip her of her clothes, kissing my way down her body, until she’s totally naked. My hands are gentle when I sit on the edge of the tub and wash her hair and run the rag all over her body. My lovemaking afterward is soft and tender.
But once she’s asleep, and I don’t have to hide anymore, I let the anger consume me.
