Pale Series Box Set--Contemporary Romance by Mac Flynn

Author:Mac Flynn [Flynn, Mac]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.

6

To say John was surprised to find me at his doorstep at almost eight was an understatement, though he wasn’t complaining. He opened the door and blinked in bewilderment at me. “Are you an early Christmas present Santa couldn’t stuff down the chimney?” he teased me.

I rolled my eyes, and stepped past him and into the house. “This night’s more like Halloween, more trick than treat.”

“From your point of view, but what’s this about a trick?” John asked me as he closed the door.

“Somebody broke into my apartment and didn’t even spare the kitchen sink in their rampage,” I told him.

His jaw dropped open a few inches and his eyes widened. “What? When?”

I turned around to face him and shrugged. “No idea, and the cops have even less than that. All I know is my place looks like a bunch of howler monkeys wandered through on their way to the zoo.”

He put his hands on my shoulder and looked me over. “And you weren’t hurt?”

I shook my head. “Nope. The culprit, or culprits, unknown were gone by the time I got there. All I found was their calling card of devastation.”

“Did you bring any clothes?”

“The ones on my back.”

“You can borrow mine.”

“I figured you’d make good on your earlier suggestion, but can we skip the part about your bed? I’m a little tired.”

John smiled. “Of course I won’t expect you to want to do anything other than lie down and let me comfort you-” I glared at him, “-with food,” he explained.

“I am a little hungry.”

“And after that I can massage your shoulders.”

“That sounds nice.”

“And your butt.”

“Now you’re pushing it.”

John shrugged and sheepishly grinned. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

I put my hands on my hips and glared at him. “I think I can when he should be worrying more about my mental state than my physical one,” I countered. “I just went through three hours of talking with overweight police officers, even fatter neighbors, and rummaging through the remains of my life.” I reached into my coat and pulled out teddy. “I even had to smuggle Mr. Teddy out so the cops didn’t impound him. They didn’t care that the poor guy needed.surgery ASAP.”

“You’re right, I should be worrying about your mental state,” he quipped.

I scowled at him. “Just get me some thread and a needle so I can patch up my teddy and steal your bed for the night.”

“My bed? Why my bed?”

“Because you deserve to sleep on the couch for that rude remark to Mr. Teddy.”

“Do you name all your inanimate objects?”

“Maybe.”

“Did the kitchen sink have a name?”

I shuddered. “Don’t remind me of what happened to poor Steve.”

John sighed and turned me toward the living room. “How about you and teddy-”

“That’s Mr. Teddy to you.”

“You and Mr. Teddy go sit down in the living room. I’ll find some thread and needle for him, and some food and medication for you.”

I was glad to get off my feet, and flopped down on the couch to await my pampering.

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