“And bright side, your biker brother digs my ass.”
Dutch didn’t consider that a bright side, but for her, he’droll with it.
“Yeah.”
Her gaze moved over his face before she rested her cheekboneon his chest and her weight into his body.
He gave her more than a minute to do that.
Then he said, “Babe, Iwannabethere for you, but we got a day to tackle.And I think that’ll help you getyour mind off shit.So, since you got a thing about mascara and foundation, andI absolutely do not, except I dig what you do with it, you get the showerfirst.”
He heard and felt her draw in breath, then her cheek slid onhis chest when she nodded.
She gave him a squeeze.
He gave her one back and let her go.
“Come on, Murtagh, time to shower,” she called to the cat,and kept talking as she started walking.“Warning, Dutch, he’s a bathroom catin all the incarnations of that.”
Dutch had already discovered this fact.
“So noted,” he said, moving to the kitchen, and his phone tosee if anyone reported in about Carlyle.
But he stopped when Georgie cried, “There it is!You’vestolen my cat!”
He looked to her, then down to the floor where Murtagh wasentering the kitchen behind him.
“He’s a bathroom cat and he knows I’m going there and he’ssticking by you,” Georgie said.
He looked to her.“Babe, grab a shower.”
“I can’t believe you stole my cat,” she snapped.
“Georgie, get in the shower.”
“This is unacceptable,” she decreed.
“You can get in the shower or I’ll carry you there and takeone with you, which means we’ll be fuckin’ in there when Jagger and Roscoeshow, and they won’t knock on the door before they come in my house.So they’llhear me fuckin’ you because you make noise, gorgeous.And I like it.And I betthe boys will like it too because they’ll have it as fodder to give you shitabout until the day you die.”
That got her.
Though she glared at him before she whirled and flounceddown his hall.
But when she did, he learned she was right.
Because, even when Dutch went to the bedroom to rescue hiscoffee, then came back to the kitchen, Murtagh stuck by him the whole way.
So he’d stolen her cat.
He wasn’t too cut up about it.
And he suspected, neither was she.
Chapter Eight
Gone to the Loss
Dutch
