Chapter Two
CASH
ILUNGE FORWARD.
I don’t have time to blink.
One hand lands onLittle Miss I Swear I’m Innocent’ship, keeping her from toppling over Faye and into the hallway.
The other reaches instinctively for the older woman and steadies her from pitching forward.
It’s all good until one of their dogs lunges at me.
At me!
Dogs adore me, but this blasted little white-haired Chihuahua isn’t my friend.
He latches onto my leg. I’m only assuming it’s a he, because he begins a one-dog re-enactment ofDirty Dancing.
“Thumbelina no!” Wilma shouts. “Thumbelina bad.”
“Thumbelina is very bad.” I swing my leg, but the damn dog treats it like a carnival ride.
“See? Your paranoia was misplaced.”Little Miss Can’t Keep Her Hands Off Mepresses her hand against my side, trying to get away from our forced proximity. “The only one who wants to climb and mount you is the chihuahua.”
“Get off of me!” I shake harder, and his growl echoes a second growl.
Dammit, there are two of them.
“Dart, stay,” Wilma commands in a strict voice I wouldn’t dare disobey.
The black-haired dog doesn’t care. He launches at us and hits Faye in the back of the legs.
Her teacup tumbles, and the hot amber liquid jets between the three of us.
It hits the older woman’s festive dress and splashes overLittle Miss You’re Leaving My Room’sbaggy T-shirt.
God, that T-shirt.
It’s way too big for her, but somehow it hugged me in all the wrong—and right—places. The brush of her chest. The tilt of her hips. Every flick, sway, subtle movement, and not-so-subtle movement hit me.
The memory dies when the tea sprays across my bare chest, fucking hot and sticky.
“Shit.”
The sting makes me jerk, and I end up yanking the two women against me.
Instant chaos.
