Chasing I Do (The Eastons #1) by Marina Adair

Author:Marina Adair [Adair, Marina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: The Adair Group
Published: 2016-06-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

He was being watched.

Gage felt it with every fiber of his being. His body ached as if he’d managed less than a few hours of sleep, and the hot doggy breath on his neck was saying that was all he was going to get.

Littleshit wanted to be fed.

“We’re in a standoff, pal,” Gage said, rolling on his back and putting the pillow over his face. “You’re hungry and I’m exhausted. Maybe if you didn’t keep me up all night with that whining, I wouldn’t feel the need to sleep past breakfast.”

Fancy laid down on Gage’s chest and let out a pathetic whimper. Gage sighed in defeat and eyed the dog. “For a guy who tries to rip people’s fingers off, you sure are needy.”

“Yip.”

“Breakfast. Yeah, I got it when you dragged your bowl in here an hour ago and started acting like I starve you.” Gage tossed back the covers and sat up, his eyes scratchy and irritated.

With a glare that said he wasn’t happy about this arrangement, Gage tucked the dog under his arm like a football and padded to the kitchen.

Fancy panted happily, turning those big wet doggie eyes up at Gage. His expression full of gleeful innocence—as if this hadn’t been his plan.

“Don’t get comfortable,” Gage said, as he glanced at the clock over the fireplace. It wasn’t even seven. On Saturday morning. Better than dawn, but not as good as nine-thirty. “One more night, then you go back where you belong, and I get to sleep more than three hours without taking a potty walk.”

Fancy whimpered his apology. Potty walks when one lived in a downtown high-rise meant more than just opening the back door in your underwear.

“Nothing personal, I just don’t share my bed with dogs. And if I did, he’d be a big beast of a thing, with a spiked collar, and jowls, who didn’t force me to put silk sheets on the bed.”

This time his yip sounded more like a defensive yap. And there were definitely teeth involved.

Gage jerked his hand out of bite range. “Hey, all I’m saying is for that much trouble, there had better be a naked woman waiting for me in those sheets.”

So what if the woman he imagined looked a hell of a lot like Darcy, right down to the melt-your-soul eyes and mile-long legs—which would be wearing nothing but a thong and tanned legs in those sheets. If he was showing off his silk, it was only fair she showed off hers.

“Any sane woman would take one look at the state of this kitchen and you’d never get her into the bedroom.”

Margo Easton sat at his kitchen table in a charcoal grey suit, heels, and enough diamonds to accessorize the Grammys, serenely sipping coffee—and folding his clean clothes.

“I was going to fold those.” Gage scowled down at Littleshit, whose nose was tucked securely between Gage’s bicep and chest. “You could have at least warned me.”

Not a single yip in response.

“What are you doing here, Mom?” Gage asked, giving her a kiss to the forehead before pulling the doggie kibble out of the pantry.

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