Page 47 of Zodiac & Elle


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“I had myself. That was enough.”

I reached over and stroked his jaw. “Poor, sad little boy.”

“Don’t taunt me.”

“I’m not. I feel sincere pity.”

“Don’t mother me.”

“Oh, sweet, Zodiac,” I murmured and crawled closer. Stroking his face, I said in my most tender voice, “I will never obey you under any circumstances, so just fuck all the way off, okay?”

Zodiac grinned at my comment, but I could tell he was plotting. His frosty blue eyes glanced around the room before landing back on me.

“How did you see this going?”

“I thought you’d be more excited to see me. We’d fool around, and you’d follow me home like a puppy named Exile.”

“And I’d move into your basement with your son and the rat dog?”

“We also have a cat.”

Zodiac smirked, but his gaze was hard. “Why did you come here?”

“We already went over this when I arrived. I don’t know what to do with my crush on you. I came here hoping something would happen. I didn’t know exactly what. I guess the answer was you’d ignore me.”

“I’m talking to you right now. Stop being dramatic.”

“Never.”

“Can I be dramatic?”

“Are you going to threaten to file for full custody again?”

“Oh, that’s absolutely happening. I don’t think you can handle two kids.”

Smiling, I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Where will the baby sleep when he’s here?”

“On the couch.”

Laughing, I fell back on the couch and stretched out until my feet rested across his lap. He wrapped his hand around the left one and pressed his thumb against the heel.

“Aww, you’re flirting,” I cooed and rubbed my belly. “But seriously, where would the baby stay here?”

“Where should I put it?”

“Ha! That was a trick question. There’s no way the baby is staying here with you.”

“I’ll get full custody. I have judges on my payroll.”

“Lula is getting her license to practice in Louisiana. I’ll unleash the Blair Witch on your payroll judges.”

“Won’t matter.”

“Why play this game?” I asked and straddled his lap. “We both know you don’t want the baby here.”

“We both don’t know anything. I want to supervise my critter.”

“Who will watch him when you’re riding around like a badass biker president?”