“So they’re not the nursemaid type?”
I growl at him.
I don’t want Ziggy meeting Fletcher.
He can be an asshole on a good day. Don’t ask about bad days.
Plus, I don’t want to share her with anyone. Even as friends. She’s mine.
Fuck.
She’s not mine. She’s her own person, growing a baby all by herself, with zero interest in me.
Especially after last night and this morning.
The dogs circle Fletcher. Goldie squats next to him and presses his shoulder. “Go try on your other budgie smugglers. I’ve got this.”
He doesn’t listen. “If your house sitter was old and crotchety, you wouldn’t be falling off the couch because they texted you.”
I should’ve called a different teammate. Tatum or Crew wouldn’t have been this annoying. “My house is getting renovated, and she’s making it easier for me to get back in my room. End of story.”
“You didn’t say anything about renovations.”
“I don’t tell you everything.” Far from it, in fact.
“You should. I’m a good listener.”
I look at Goldie.
She suppresses another smile. “He listens more than you think he does.”
“The guy who told everyone I was from Canada and didn’t know my brother was sick until this time last year?” I say dryly.
“He listens better to more people now that he’s less distracted with his world domination plans,” she corrects.
She didn’t know about Caden either, but she and Silas have a complicated relationship, so she wasn’t around the team much before Fletcher arrived. Didn’t really get in each other’s business aside from Goldie making a regular effort to be involved in Silas’s daughter’s life.
“I’ve been to your house,” Fletcher says. “Don’t you have three or four bedrooms? Had to have at least two.”
“I— It’s complicated.”
He stares at me.
“My house sitter doesn’t have a good option of another place to live until her own house is ready. I fucked up her plans when I came back early, so I told her she could stay.”
“In the only working bedroom in your house?”
“Yes.” No. There’s Caden’s room. And I won’t stay in it.
“One bedroom when you need a place to sleep and recover and heal.”
“Everything will be normal again soon. My bedroom’s getting fixed today. Mostly.”
“If you need to stay here in our love nest?—”
I groan and grab a pillow to shove over his mouth, but he’s too quick and is out of reach in an instant.
“I’d say I’m sorry, but you know what you’re getting into any time you see him,” Goldie says while she rescues Sweet Pea before Fletcher trips on her.
