“You’regonnahang with metonight.”
“Mwrr?”
“Yeah.Make sure Mom brings some toys.We’ll live it up.”
“Mwwwwrrrr.”
He turned his attention to Georgie and declared, “We’re allgood.”
He then clamped his mouth shut.
Because she was staring at him in a way no other woman hadlooked at him.
But he’d seen that look.
His ma looked at Hound like that.
Tack’s wife, Cherry, looked at Tack like that.
Shy’s woman, Tabby, looked at Shy like that.
Hop’s wife Lanie.
Joker’s wife, Carissa.
Snap’s wife, Rosalie.
High’s wife, Millie.
This list could go on.
Georgiana was similarly frozen, and like two lovestruckidiots, they stood close, a cat held between them, staring silently into eachother’s eyes.
But so many words were flying, all of them full of meaning,it was not funny.
Dutch broke the spell.
“You got a bag and coat, baby?”he asked quietly.“Wegottago.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
She then moved awkwardly, like she didn’t know how to useher limbs, and gave Murtagh a head rub before she moved away.
Dutch started stroking Murtagh’s belly, and Murtagh sharedhe dug that by starting to purr.
At the same time, Dutch used that opportunity to take hisfirst look around.
He didn’t know what he expected to see, but what he saw wasnot what he would have thought would be Georgie’s living space from what heknew of her.
Or what he’d assumed.
Erroneously.
And last night, damagingly.
He had thought, career woman, and ambitious, probably oftenon the road or at least out of the house, her space would not matter and thatwould show.
He was again wrong.
