“Is that so?”
She nods.
“I won’t say no to that.”
Abby kisses me again. This time, she wraps her arms around me and has her fingers in my hair. I pull her closer, and she deepens the kiss. My heart tells me Abby is the one. Our first kisswas under the mistletoe, but since we said, “I love you,” tonight’s kisses feel like my last first kiss. I only want hers from now on.
Powerfluff screeches.
And we jerk away from each other. Abby rolls her eyes, but I laugh.
The cat tries to nudge her way between us.
I bend and scratch behind her ears. “Powerfluff is jealous.”
“Your turn is coming,” Abby says to the cat, then looks at me. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. The queen doesn’t like to be ignored for that long. I’ll make a note of it.”
“Thank you.” Abby holds my hand. “Not only for tonight and the bracelet. But also for accepting Powerfluff for the diva that she is and just being an all-around great guy.”
“You’re welcome, but I’m the lucky one. I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Abby studies me. “You mean that.”
“I do.”
She brushes her lips over mine. It’s quick and barely counts as a peck, but the kiss makes me happy.
I want to stay longer, but I need to go into the office for a few hours tomorrow morning. “I should go, but I’m already looking forward to seeing you when I finish working.”
She nods again. “Can’t wait.”
“I’ll be counting the hours.” Yes, it must sound cheesy, but I’ll be doing that once I’m away from her.
“Me too,” she admits.
I squeeze her hand. “Looks like my cheesiness is contagious.”
“Must be, but what’s love without a little cheese?”
I laugh. Man, I love her. “I’ll never let you forget you said that.”
It’s her turn to laugh. “I’m counting on it.”
Diva Cat might throw a hissy fit, but I’ll bring her a treat the next time I visit. “One for the road…”
And I kiss Abby.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Abby
I wake to the insistent buzzing of my phone. Groaning, I fumble to silence it. Okay, 8:00 a.m. on a Saturday isn’t that early, but this is my sleep-in morning. Everyone who would contact me knows that. Besides, I usually get texts. The only person who calls me is…
As I groan again, I squint at the screen. Yes, Mom is calling me. I haven’t heard from her since Christmas, but it could be an emergency, and bitter-tasting guilt coats my mouth. Reluctantly, I answer.
“Hello?” I croak, my voice still thick with sleep.
