“Hey! What a minute! What the hell was that?!” I called after him.
He threw the door open and was growling under his breath, stomping down the steps, before I woke the hell up and gave chase. “What is that? Why were you stuffing it into my back pocket?!” I demanded to know as I chased after him.
“Not need know, think Cy stupid errands mama’s boy!” he snapped as he marched across the backyard.
Running up to him, I reached around and tried to nab the envelope back.
Cy whipped around and nabbed it right back.
“Damn you! That’s mine! It has my name on it! I saw it!” I barked as I scrambled to snatch it back.
“No see no name. No need know, think my kisses to sneak mail for Mama,” he huffed and puffed and growled as he made his way over to his truck.
“Cypress Tree, you give me my damn letter, right this instant or I’ll- I’ll-” I honestly didn’t know what I’d do. I just wanted him to hand the damn thing over already.
Cy lifted the envelope over his head and used it to wave me off. He didn’t bother looking back. “Cy letter now. No need-”
He didn’t get to finish that sentence. With a growl that rattled my chest, I launched myself at him.
Rushing him, I grabbed his shoulder, planted a slippered foot right above his ass, and launched myself up. Snatching the envelope right out of his hand, I would have toppled right over him to slam head first down into the snow if he wasn’t faster than me.
Lightning quick, he scooped me up before any of that could happen, curling me to his chest as he righted himself.
The look he gave me had me smiling despite the death glare. Stuffing the letter inside my hoodie, I stuck my tongue out at him and rolled right out of his arms.
Jolting as I landed on my feet, I took off for the back door. The snow was coming down really hard, thick, fluffy white stuff piling up all around us as far as the eye could see.
Cy didn’t curse so much as growl in a way I took as cursing.
I made it a short ways away from him before I felt a heavy hand land on my upper back, the back of my hoodie grabbed. I was forced to stop or choke.
“Damn you!” I snarled.
Cy tried to reach around me for the letter but I snapped my teeth at him, hunched, and growled. He kept pushing it, so I nipped at his fingers. The noise he let out, part yelp, part shocked surprise, had a small, evil smile tugging at my lips. I was feeling rather victorious in thwarting him.
Twisting out of his hold, I reached into my hoodie, grabbed the letter, and shoved it down the front of my pants. “Hah! There. Go get your letter now!” I crowed.
Unaware of what I’d done, Cy reached around me, crowding me. Two hands shoved up my hoodie and began to feel around.
“Oy! Handsy! I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” I shouted, right before he skimmed a ticklish spot and I dropped towards the ground instantly in a puddle of laughter.
Cy, wrapped around me, stuck to me literally, his hands jammed up my hoodie trapping him, dropped down with me. “Oof! Ey! Big idea?! Eh?!”
My nemesis rolled us to our sides, pausing in his skimming hands tickle ambush, to lean over me and eye me.
“It’s mine now, bitch! Fuck off!” I growled as he glanced down my person. Sizing me up, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
“I dropped it,” I lied.
Leaning in, his nose brushed the side of my face as he inhaled deeply. “Lie,” he rumbled out, like he actually thought he knew.
“Is your nose a scent-a-lie detector?” I snarked.
“Yes,” he said simply, very matter of fact.
“Right. Okay. So… you’re crazy.” Smiling up at him sweetly, I kept that saccharin sweet look plastered to my face as he leaned further over me, one of his hands squished beneath me, the other still stuck in my hoodie.
Fuzzy eyebrows arching, he gave me a look.
