“It’s a miracle I haven’t beat the piss out of you yet.”
“You can try.”
T laughed. “How’s the friend?”
“Great.”
“Is that a rating from experience?”
Bogs fingers faltered and he cursed silently. Fine would have been a better answer, less suspicion. He needed a quick comeback but he was drawing a blank. This never happened but for some reason he was drawing a blank. Unfortunately, T noticed.
“Are you fucking serious, man? You fucked her?” His tone was shock and a hint of anger. “He fucked her.” He most likely sharing with Stone. Bogs inhaled and sat back in his chair. “Christ, Bogs, you were supposed to watch her, not bang her. What the hell’s wrong with you? She’s a fucking job.”
Oh, that was rich coming from T.
“So was Cassie, dick. And at least I never knocked anyone up.”
The feral growl from the other line had Bogs smirking. God, he lived for fucking with T. “She’s my wife, motherfucker.”
“I’m a motherfucker? Isn’t that the cat calling the kettle black?”
“Get here in ten minutes, asshole.” The phone clicked.
Bogs flickered his gaze to the bathroom door. Kenzie had been in there a while. They’d laid in bed for a good twenty minutes when he reluctantly told her it was time to head out soon. He glanced up at the clock on his desk. They’d be lucky if they weren’t an hour late.
She’d been in the bathroom since turning off her shower. She walked out the door and stopped when he looked up. Her bashful smile was an indication that the sex kitten who’d been playing in his bed an hour ago had officially left the building. She tucked a thick random wave behind her ear and stepped out of the bathroom. She was wearing the same clothes from last night minus the puke-scented sweatshirt.
He swiveled in his seat following her as she walked to the bed and grabbed the socks. “Ya alright?”
She nodded, a pink blush shadowing her cheeks. Damn, he was a sucker for her blushing.
“There’s coffee downstairs.”
“Okay.Thanks.”
He swiveled back around to his desk, allowing the escape she so desperately wanted. “We can stop for breakfast on the way into the office.” He found it strange she didn’t question him about where they were going when he told her she needed to get ready to go.
For the short time they had been in bed, he felt a real connection with her, but now she was back to stranger mode. He couldn’t fault her, after all, they were strangers.For now.
She left the room and he finished up the research and reports T and Stone would need for the job. He made a quick stop to his room to get dressed for the day and grabbed his wallet.
When he got downstairs, it was quiet.
He found her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter staring out the front window. The condo complex was great, people always out and about. He knew most of the people in the building and liked all but a few. He watched her smile turn to a grin as she zoned in on what was happening through the window. He leaned over, not making a sound and saw his neighbor chasing after his dog. This was a daily occurrence so Bogs didn’t think much about it but seeing her so amused, he continued to watch. The dog darted from porch to porch evading his neighbor every time he got close enough to grab his collar.
“Does it every day.”
She whipped her head at him in obvious surprise. “Who?”
Bogs pointed out the window. “Rooney and Bob. It’s like a game. He lets him off the leash, trying to convince himself this will be the day the dog doesn’t run away. Sure enough, thedog takes off. Now watch, when he ignores the dog and starts walking away, the dog will chase after him and bounce around until he’s leashed again.”
“And they do this every day?”
Bogs chuckled.“Yeah.”
“Maybe Bob should take Rooney to obedience school,” Kenzie said, her eyes flashing over him and then to the floor.
Bogs burst out laughing and moved closer to her. “Don’t let Rooney hear ya say that, he might be offended.”
