“I also know that’s the reason I’m pursuing you. I can get pussy anytime I want. But a woman I see myself having a future with,” he shakes his head, “never had that.”
“Uh…I just met you, and I hate to be the one to bust your little bubble, but you’re not someone I see myself having a future with. I can’t even see us having a second date.”
“We’ll see,” he mutters, walking over to Taser’s cage.
“No, we won’t see. You need to leave.” I pick up his cut and head towards the door, hoping he’ll follow but when I open the door, the pizza delivery guy is standing there with his hand in air, ready to knock.Crap.I step back as Wes comes to stand in front of me, talking to the delivery guy.
“Babe, take this into the kitchen while I pay for it,” he tells me, handing me the pizza box and pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.
I stand there for a moment, looking at him like he’s insane, but then stupidly walk the pizza back to my kitchen, setting it down on my counter. Then I put his cut on the back of my chair again and stand there in the kitchen with my arms crossed over my chest as I wait for him.
“You gonna get plates?” he asks, walking around the corner.
“No.”
“Are you always this difficult?”
“I would like to remind you that I went out to dinner with you, but you ignored me,” I say haughtily.
“Told you it was business.”
“And I told you I don’t care.”
“I know you believe in second chances. Most people, especially a vet, would take one look at Capone and Max and put them to sleep, but you didn’t do that.”
That was a low blow. I look at him, and my gut is telling me to do it, to give him a second chance, but my brain is screaming at me, telling me that if I do it, then it will be the end of life as I know it.
“We can be friends,” I compromise, and he grins.
“Sure, baby. Friends,” he mutters then steps closer to me, and I cover my mouth again when I see his eyes drop to my lips. “Don’t worry. I won’t kiss you until you’re begging me to,” he says, and I scoff, take a step back, reach up with my free hand, and open the cupboard that holds my plates. I pull two down and shove them at him, and then remove my hand from my mouth when I open the fridge to grab two beers.
He opens the box of pizza, and the smell filters to my nose, causing my stomach to growl. “Ewww, you got Hawaiian and supreme.” I scrunch up my nose. His eyes come to me and he blinks as I press my lips together to keep from smiling.
“You’re a pain in the ass,” he mutters, shaking his head and smiling as he slides a slice of each on a plate and hands it to me, then does the same for himself. I walk back to the living room, and he comes with me, setting his plate and beer on the coffee table and looking around. “Where’s your TV?” he asks, confused.
“In my bedroom,” I tell him, taking a bite of pizza.
“You only have one TV?” He frowns, and I frown back.
“Yes, why? How many TVs do you have?”
“A couple.” He shrugs.
“When I’m home, I usually hang out in my room,” I tell him, watching as he takes a bite of pizza.How can eating be sexy? I think, and then realize I forgot napkins, and I will definitely need them. I set down my plate, get up, and go to the kitchen, grabbing some paper towels offthe roll before coming back and handing one to him.
“Thanks,” he mumbles, taking a drink of beer.
“So what do you do?” I ask, sitting back on the couch and pulling my feet up under me.
“Me and a few of my brothers have a parts store and bike shop.” He says then wipes his mouth.
“Brothers, likebrothers,or brothers, like ‘This is my brother’?” I ask, doing a fist bump in the air.
“It’s all the same.” He smiles. “We were all in the military together, and when we got out a couple years ago, we decided to settle down and start a business together.”
“That’s cool,” I murmur, taking a drink of my beer then pulling the crust off my pizza before finishing it off.
“What about you? How long have you been a vet?”
