“I want to thank you again, Nick.You know, for Friday night.I can’t tell you how nice it was to wake up in the morning and not see the pieces of that dresser on the floor.I’d stopped seeing them, to be honest.I didn’t even realize what a burden it had become.”
He stopped scooping out food for a second.“I was happy to help.Really.If there’s anything else I can do, just say the word.”
“I appreciate it.You’re very kind.”She nibbled the inside of her bottom lip.“Can I ask you an odd question?”
“Sure.”Anything.
“How did you end up with those eyes?”
“Sorry?”
“The color, I mean.Michael has dark eyes and Eli has blue.How did you end up with amber brown?”
“Oh.Apparently, I take after my great-grandfather.Everyone else in the family has either brown or blue eyes, but my mom’s grandpa had the same color as I do.”
“I see.Well, it’s an unusual shade.Very nice.”
“Really?”He gazed into her eyes, wishing he could linger there forever.“I’m partial to dark brown.”
“Interesting.I don’t think a lot of brown-eyed girls get to hear that, you know, other than from that one song.”
“Your eyes are beautiful.”
And…there.
A blush.
He was getting addicted to putting the pink in her cheeks.
He couldn’t help wondering if that shade ever appeared elsewhere on her body.On her chest, maybe, as she flushed with pleasure?Or maybe on that sweet ass, after a good spanking?He was getting hot just thinking about it.
Fuuuck.This isn’t helping, dude.
A loud yowl sounded from the B&B.
Claire sighed.“That would be Mortimer.”
The door to the B&B opened.One of the volunteers, an older lady with dyed pink hair, walked in.When she saw Claire with him, she looked between them a couple of times, and her face broke into a huge smile.“Oh, hi, guys.I didn’t expect to run into you here, Claire.You know, with a man.”
“Stella, hi,” said Claire.“I was just showing Nick how we do feedings.”
“Feedings,” said Stella.“Right.”
Claire gave her a pointed look.“Anyway, we got a start on some of the bowls.Would you mind taking over for us?Nick and I are going to check on Mortimer.”
“Sure thing.Say hi to the Manager for me.”
As they walked out of the little room, Stella didn’t even try to hide her blatant observation.Her head cocked to one side, she appeared utterly amused.
They approached Mortimer’s kennel.The old cat stood and brushed himself against the cage.Claire reached a finger through the opening and rubbed his head.
“He sure likes you,” said Nick.
“Mortimer and I go way back.Oh, and it’s not so much me that gets him excited.He just knows I smuggle in some treats in the morning.”
“Treats?”Nick teased.“What happened to special diets?”
“He gets the good stuff too, but I just happen to think he deserves a treat as well.This little guy has been through the wars, and Adele figures he’s about seventeen years old.So he gets all the treats he wants.From me, anyway.”She opened up the kennel.“Now, Morty, our friend Nick is here.You weren’t very welcoming with him the first day.Here’s your chance to make it up to him.”She extricated the cat from the kennel.
