Page 14 of My Favorite Hero

“What the hell is Miller doing here? Like that?” I added in disbelief. He never went to strangers, yet there he was snuggled up to the annoying tenant.

She smiled. “I was sitting here, drying my hair in the sun, and he appeared. And you said he didn’t like cats—he and Barney are already fast friends!” she tsked.

The traitor certainly looked content. His injured paw was resting on her knee, his head lolling against her torso as he gazed up at her, his tail thumping a steady beat on the wood.

All I could do was growl.

I heaved a sigh for good measure.

Casey regarded me patiently. “Are you going to make me beg?”

Instantly, another image appeared in my head. Her naked on my bed, spread-eagled and desperate. Begging.

I had to shake my head to clear it.

“What?”

“For coffee. Please.”

Even I couldn’t deny her caffeine. I set down my cup and headed to my kitchen, pouring her one. I had no idea how she took it, so I added some cream and carried it back, handing it to her. “No sugar,” I muttered.

“It’s perfect,” she enthused, shutting her eyes as she sipped the hot liquid. “I need to go buy kitchen stuff.”

I was fascinated by the way her throat moved as she swallowed. The satisfied little moan of happiness as she took another sip.

I wanted to hear that moan again.

In my ear as I fucked her.

I almost fell off the steps at that thought. I stumbled a little, righting myself, and she glanced up. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” I replied tersely. “I want to get those cabinets done.” I walked past her, heading to the kitchen.

“Shouldn’t you ask your tenant before walking in?” she called.

“You haven’t paid rent yet,” I replied.

Her laughter amused me, and I grinned, glad she couldn’t see me. I stopped short in the kitchen, though.

The cabinets were built, sitting in place, ready to be installed. The door opened behind me. “Surprise!”

I turned to her. “What did you do?”

“I built the cabinets to help you.”

“When?”

“Last night.”

I remembered the noises I’d heard, and I cursed myself for not checking on her.

“You should have left them. I know how to build them correctly.”

She slammed a hand on her hip. “I’ve built cabinets before. It’s like constructing a box.”

“If they’re not plumb, they won’t work.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You think because I have boobs I can’t build a cabinet properly? Or is it my vagina that you think renders me incapable? Check them.”