“In what way?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“In the way that they were here long before us, and probably will be long after.”
“And you’re a raccoon expert, are you?”
“Not exactly, but?—”
“Then you really don’t know how long they’ve been around.”
“Well, I’m sure?—”
“Because the thing is, they might have been around longer, but I can and will take them out if they keep coming on my property.”
She gasped, her chest heaving with the movement. And damnit, it was sexy as hell. Not that I was really paying attention.
“You wouldn’t!”
“I would.”
Her eyes flashed indignantly, but she still didn’t give in.
“Fine. I won’t feed him on your property.”
“Thank you.”
“On one condition,” she said just as I started to turn away.
Gritting my teeth, I faced her once again. “And what’s that?”
“I want your name.”
It was something I liked holding over her head for whatever reason, but that was something I could easily give up. People at the bar knew my name. It was only a matter of time before she found out anyway. Besides, I’d had enough of her calling me Tennessee.
“JR.”
Her eyes lit with fascination, quickly replacing the anger that was just there. “JR. What does that stand for?”
I turned and stomped off her porch. I’d made a deal, and now that we were on the same page, the dog hopefully wouldn’t be an issue any longer.
“Is it Junior?” she called out, rushing after me in her slippers. “I mean, frankly, that’s not very unique!”
The dog followed me across the property, but at the line between our houses, I pointed at the ground on her side. “Stay.”
The dog sat down, cocking his head at me expectantly.
“It’s Junior, isn’t it?” she beamed triumphantly. But when I didn’t answer, her smile dimmed. “Okay, so it’s not Junior. Jack! It must be Jack. You definitely look like a Jack.”
I continued to my house, walking up the steps, but the moment I heard her shuffling behind me, I spun around and grabbed her by the arms, halting her in her place. Her lips were just a scant inch from mine, so close, so lickable. Fuck, I just wanted one taste.
But this woman was insane. I didn’t need to invite any more crazy into my life. Hell, if I gave this woman an inch, she’d take a mile.
Still…my eyes dropped to those plump lips, to the way the tip of her tongue darted out, getting just a taste of whatever shade she had painted on her lips.
I wanted to be her tongue, damnit. I wanted to know what she tasted like, what it would be like to have that tongue sliding in my mouth…and over various other parts of my body.
Even if she was insane.
She swayed forward ever-so-slightly, just enough for her nipples to brush against my chest, and damnit, I lost it.
