Blinks again like it’s unnatural for me to actuallywork.
My cheeks warm despite the frigid temperatures blasting into the kitchen. “EvenSuper Vengeance Manneeds to learn to pour drinks. Come in. I taught myself to use the cappuccino machine, but I don’t like coffee, so I can’t make a positive determination about the outcome of my efforts.”
Once more, she doesn’t have a quick answer. It’s not lack of coffee. She’s carrying her coffee tumbler in her free hand.
And maybe it’s a trick of the light, but I think she’s softening.
Like maybe she thinks I’m cute when I call myselfSuper Vengeance Man.
I think she’s cute when she’s standing in swirling snow, watching me over her coffee tumbler. I also think she’s cute when she’s competently holding onto her massive dog despite the pull it looks like he’s putting on the leash to lean against me and pant up at me.
“Do you actually think it’s wise to accept a drink made by someone who calls himselfSuper Vengeance Man?”
“I’m not trying to get vengeance onyou.”
She grimaces. “Yet.”
“I’m a fair person. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Yet.”
Right.
Her deadline.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I can wait longer, that I can get my vengeance on Vince instead, that it doesn’t matter anymore.
But itdoesstill matter.
I’m so fucking tired of people doing shitty things and getting away with it.
If I don’t hold firm now, when will I?
And I have faith in her.
I know she can find something, even if I can’t.
“C’mon.” I hold the door wider and beckon them inside. “It’s cold out here. Jitter, want a treat? Got a whole bag inside.”
Jitter barks and lunges.
“Cheating,” Sabrina says while she stumbles along behind him.
I grin at the dog. “Good boy. Sit.”
Jitter sits.
I grab the pack of treats out of the top drawer in the desk and look at Sabrina. Probably need to make sure she’s okay with this.
Her eyes narrow. “You can’tnotgive it to himnow.”
Yes. “It’s the same kind you give him.”
“How do you know?”
“I asked your mom.”
“When did you see my mom?”
