“Sabrina—”
“Aroof!”
“Aaaahhh-CCCHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!”
The dog’s bark is fine.
But the sneeze startles me enough that I jump.
Because that wasn’t Sabrina.
That came from the kitchen.
She’s already shifting off her stool. “Are you kidding me?” she yells. “It’s four in the freaking morning.”
“Four-thirty,” comes a male voice I don’t recognize from someone who definitely shouldn’t be in the kitchen. “Em’s up and wants a cinnamon latte but won’t ask for it. Laney says to surprise her. I want a lemon scone.”
I follow Sabrina into the kitchen and find a man with shaggy brown hair and tattoos all down his arms squatting at Jitter’s doggy house, rubbing his shoulders and taking doggy kisses all over the face.
Jealousy rears up and I’m barking, “Who the hell are you?” before I realize what’s going on.
The guy flips a look over his shoulder and grins at me, andfuck.
It’s the naked knitting guy.
“Predawn entertainment,” he says dryly. “You must be Grey.”
“You’re Theo.”
“And he usually uses the front door.” Sabrina hands him the package of treats I got for Jitter.
“You weren’t open yet,” Theo says.
“Scones take an hour.”
“I can wait.”
My eyelid is twitching.
She isnotmaking scones just because he asked her to when she hasn’t made them for me in too many days.
“Simmer down,” Sabrina says to me as she reaches for her apron. “He has the recipe himself at home if he wants them that badly.”
“And she’ll charge me double just for being cheeky,” Theo agrees.
“Cheeky?” She grins at him. “Where’d you pull that word from?”
“Laney’s making me read the dictionary.”
“You’re already to C?”
“I got bored and flipped to random pages.”
“I’m sure she’ll be shocked to hear that.”
“Completely flabbergasted.”
“You really have been jumping around.”
