Page 111 of Waiting Game

He doesn’t jump back, just grins at me.

Whoa, boy, either I forgot how potent that grin is or I truly was in some fugue state that night.

“That was a celebratory kiss.”

“A celebratory kiss?” I repeat.

“Cupid’s okay!”

I blink at him, take in his excitement, and something deep inside me melts.

Oh, fuck, I’m fucking fucked.

He cares about my cats.

He remembered Cupid.

He knew she was the one that greeted him at the door.

The level of screwed I am is dangerous.

Because I’m a tad speechless, I mumble, “Yeah, she’s doing better. I get to bring her home tomorrow, otherwise, I’d be in bed sobbing.”

“I need to send your vet a fruit basket in thanks then.”

I hide a smile as he hooks his arm around my waist, like the last time we saw one another wasn’t before midsummer, and he draws me over to his ride.

When he keeps the door open for me, I slip inside and move over so that he can slide in too.

I peep a glance at the driver in the rearview mirror and he dips his chin politely.

Cole slams the door and declares, “Burrows, this is Mia. Mia, this is Burrows. Get used to seeing one another.”

My brows lift at his audacity, but, politely, I tell the driver, “Nice to meet you, Burrows,” while I elbow Cole in the side.

I get the feeling I’ll be doing that a lot today.

“Likewise, ma’am.”

Cole groans as he rubs where my elbow collided withthiccmuscle. “No, dude. I told you her name so you wouldn’t call her that.”

A gleam hovers in Burrows’s eyes—one that tells me Cole’s leg is currently being pulled and he doesn’t know it.

“It’s really okay to call me Mia,” I chime in.

“There ya go,” Cole mutters. “The ‘ma’am’ agrees.”

I have two seconds to smirk at him before his arm is around my waist and he’s dragging me into his side.

My brow furrows as I grumble, “You’ve got some nerve.”

He winks. “You love it.”

I huff but repeat, “I think you’ve got some nerve.”

“Why would you want to sit over on the other side of the car, all cold, and alone, when you could snuggle with me?”

My lips twitch. “The other side of your car isn’t in outer Mongolia. And it’s not even that cold.” A sudden wash of heat blasts my ass which has me laughing. “I think Burrows’s trying to blow your game.”

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