“What are you going to name him?”He glanced at her in the mirror, while she was staring at the kitten.
“Me?”She looked up and smiled.
“Yeah, this is your cat.”The kitten lifted its front paw, tapping at the bubbles on the surface of the sink.
“Hmm…” she mused.“What about Sleepy?”
“One of the seven dwarves?”He shook his head and chuckled.“I don’t think he likes it.”
Ivy laughed and crossed her arms over her chest.“Okay, cat whisperer, what name do you think he’d like?”
Jude eyed the kitten.The wet fur revealed how skinny the poor thing was, but they’d take care of that in no time.“What about Tank?”
She scrunched up her nose.How she could go from drop-dead gorgeous to fucking adorable in one breath was mesmerizing.“Doesn’t look like a Tank to me.”
“It’ll give him something to aspire to.”The kitten looked up at him with bright blue eyes.
“Or give him a complex.”
“Fair enough,” he said scratching the kitten under the chin.
“What about Fluffy?”She cocked her hip against the vanity, eyes sparkling.
He caught his own reflection in the mirror, startled by the appearance of a smile on his face.“What about absolutely not?”
“Okay then.”She laughed and gave him a playful hip bump.“Muffin.”
Jude shook his head.“He doesn’t want to be named after a baked good.”
She tossed her head back and laughed.God that was a sound he could get used to.
“What about Trigger?”he suggested.
“Those all sound like call signs from a military romance.”
He raised a brow.“Read a lot of those, babe?”
She rolled her eyes.“Never mind.What about Peanut?”
“Do you want the neighborhood cats to make fun of him?How about Rocky?”
She shook her head.“Tinkerbell.”
“Now I know you’re messing with me.You can’t name this poor little bastard Tinkerbell.”
She covered the kitten’s ears.“Don’t swear in front of him.”
He laughed harder and the muscles in his cheeks felt sore from underuse.“How about Apollo?”
Her giggles melded with his laughter, and she pitched over, placing both hands on her thighs.When she stood, she was wiping the tears away from the corners of her eyes and he was reminded of the night they’d spent skin to skin beneath the emergency blanket.Lust spiraled through him.
“Pumpkin,” she said clutching her sides.
“Bruce,” he threw out.
“Sunny,” she said through gasps.
“Boris.”He grinned.
