Apparently with you, yes.
I snort. “It’s not a hill I’m willin’ to die on, but Iwilldie on the one that says I get all the veto power if I don’t like the name.”
“Then you name her.”
“Let’s go eat before you make me ditch the beer for whiskey again.”
“That seems to be a pretty common threat around here.”
“Inside.”
With a mock salute, she hustles onto the porch and into the house, and all I can do is follow her, half-hard and wishing I could spank the hell out of her for driving me to distraction.
Because Hallie McKinley has only been here a week and she’s already making waves I can’t ignore.
8
HALLIE
“What is that?” Sawyer asks, his expression somewhere between horrified and disbelieving as he looks at the things laid out on the counter.
“My lunch.”
“There’s no way.” His dark blue eyes bounce from my food to me and back again before he shakes his head. “That’s not food.”
“Of course it is.” My tone is haughty because premade peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are thebest.“And,” I add with a flourish of my hand, “I can freeze an extra box and even if I throw them in my lunchbox frozen, they’re still ready to eat during my shift.”
“You know how I feel about your penchant for the frozen food aisle.”
“So you admit, itisfood.”
“I’ve done no such thing.”
“You can’t tell me what to do. And you still haven’t given the kitten a name.”
We’d resorted to calling our newest roommateKittybut only because Sawyer had refused to give it any serious thought.
“We’re not doin’ this right now,” he growls, his accent sending a delicious zing of arousal between my legs.
“She needs a name.”
“Winnie.”
“Winnie?”
“Yes, I have bees, bears like honey, so it fits.”
“That’s adorable.”
“So glad you think so, and seriously, how have you survived this long?” The last part is delivered with a wry grin before he swipes the box of premade goodness off the counter. Before I even know what’s happening, he flips open the garbage can lid and tosses the whole damn thing inside.
“Sawyer!” I gasp, my foot stomping as my hands fist at my sides.
“You’re not eating like a fourth grader.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he grins. “You made me name the cat, so now this is your punishment.”
I ignore the way every nerve ending in my body lights up at the idea of beingpunishedby Sawyer Kade because I have a feeling I’d love every second.
Everysingleone.
