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I fluffed up the pink tutu Grayson would be wearing around his waist.

Fuck.

He still looked uncomfortably attractive.

“Oh, and did I tell you?” I asked. “There’s another piece to your costume. This play is educational, so I’m going to be adding some frog eggs to your costume. There will be some dangling globules attached to your head. Some very squishy large balls dangling in your face during your solo. It’s particularly important that the balls be dangling in your face during the solo, or the whole play will be shit.”

“Whatever you say, Clementine.”

His voice rolled over me like honey down a hill.

Was this man just as dangerous to me as ever?

CHAPTER 20

Grayson

Afew days later, Harvey was off, God knows where, and Clementine was in the kitchen popping a bowl of popcorn.

“It’s Sunday night football,” she said, shooting a frowning glance at me. “I know the Giants are playing. I, however, will be watching the Kensington Cat Show Competition, for competitive cats to showcase their skills in three key areas: floof, purr, and belly display. There will be no football here. Of course, should you wish to watch football, you are free to go elsewhere.”

She folded her arms across her chest and glared at me, her little toe tapping on the ground.

Goddamn, she really didn’t see it yet, did she?

I didn’t give a shit about football.

I didn’t give a shit about sleeping on a couch I was one foot and 50 pounds too big for, having to literally cook meals every morning and night for the con man I spent over two years meticulously working to put in prison, or singing,

I love to feel the spring blossoms on my tongue

Tra-la-la-la-la-la

Troll-de-roll-de-pickle-de-pie

As I did a pirouette and curtseyed to a 70-year-old librarian named Miss Patty who was playing a tree spirit.

The only thing I cared about was Clementine and making sure she knew how much I cared about her and how fucking desperate I was for a second chance.

To get that, I would follow her anywhere. Do anything.

“That sounds good,” I said, watching as her full lips turned down. “Proper floof is key to maintaining a competitive edge.”

“Why do you want to sit here watching a cat show?” she demanded.

I stepped closer, watching her for any sign that she was relenting. For a moment the other night, she had kissed me back.

“Because I want to be with you, Clementine. Because I’ll do anything to show you I’m sorry and have you forgive me.”

“Hmph,” she said. “Maybe I could forgive, but I’ll never forget.”

“That’s OK,” I said. “As long as you let me make new memories to outweigh the bad ones.”

“You don’t give up, do you?” she huffed as she sat down on the couch. “If you’re going to watch, you have to sit on the other side.”

“All right,” I said, and I sat my ass down as the cat show began. “Can I get you anything? Popcorn? Tea?”

It was amazing how much I loved just being next to Clementine. Even though she was still mad at me. Even though she might never give me another chance. I knew 100% I would choose this over sex with any other woman.

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