Page 115 of Always Salty

“What’s the name of the order, and I’ll go see if it’s there,” she offered.

“I’d rather not.” She turned on her heels, but stopped when she got to her car. “I know it was your boyfriend that shot mine.”

My brows rose. “And?”

“And I’m not going to forget it,” she grumbled. “Have a nice life.”

“What was that about?” Milena asked curiously.

I explained, which had Milena rolling her eyes. “Cutter always implied that she was a little out there.”

“She’s more than out there,” I returned. “But she’s not a threat.”

That didn’t stop me from texting my man about her anyway, just in case.

And later that night, when I showed up with what was left of the seven cats, he didn’t bat an eye.

Only helped me let them out of their cages.

“This is only for tonight, right?” he asked, his eyes slightly pleading.

I grinned. “We have a foster home set up for them tomorrow. She’s driving in from out of town.”

He blew out a relieved breath. “Thank God.”

I didn’t bother to ask about the texts I’d sent him today.

I knew he’d handle it.

That would be the way that it always was for us.

Me trusting him to protect me always.

No matter what he had to do to accomplish that.

Should I have probably cared that my man was capable of cold-blooded murder?

Probably.

But did I?

No.

Maybe we were both just a little bit wrong in the head…

I always see adults pour glasses of wine and only fill it halfway. And I’m like okay, one of us is doing it wrong, and I think it’s you.

—Keely to Dima

DIMA

I woke to a mouthful of cat hair.

I grumbled and shoved the cat that was closest to my face away, then rolled over to see if Keely was still in bed.

She wasn’t.

Though, I could hear the slight strains of her off-tune singing coming from somewhere beyond the master bedroom.

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