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She sinks back into the bed. “Oh, that’s OK. They don’t officially starve for another fifteen minutes.”
I’m on my side, propped up on one elbow. Shelby’s colour’s still high, and her hair is spread across the pillow in messy red-blond curls. Her lips are plump from all the kissing, and she’s smiling fondly and contentedly at me.
I have fallen very hard indeed.
“Do you want to help me feed the pigs?” she asks.
“Sure,” I say. “Got to be a first time for everything.”
ChapterFifteen
SHELBY
I’ve never fed the animals alongside a man I’ve just had spectacular sex with. But, as Nate says, there’s a first time for everything.
Good thing he’s there, too, because I’m a little … unfocused. My mind is back in bed, reliving the feel of him, his hands, tongue, and … I can’t call it a thingy, that’s ridiculous. It’s a cock, that’s what it is. Not that I will ever speak the word out loud.
His voice cuts in. “That bag says ‘Pig pellets’.”
I check the label. “Correct.”
“So why are you about to pour them into the dogs’ bowls?”
I check this, too. Also correct.
“I might not actually be concentrating,” I tell him. “Owing to my mind being full of reallyquitefilthy thoughts that all involve you.”
Nate removes the pig pellets from my arms and inserts himself in their place. We kiss for – no idea how long. Who cares?
Well, the dogs do. They’re outside the back door whining. The cats have got their food already, so they have no further need of their human slaves.
Reluctantly, I break our kiss, hand Nate the bag of pig pellets, while I pick up the dog chow and fill the bowls. I’ve got balancing three of them down to a fine art.
“Why don’t you leave the bowls outside?”
Nate tucks the pig pellets under one arm, as he holds open the back door.
“Pest control,” I explain. “We don’t use chemical stuff – sprays, poisons, etc. here, so it helps not to give the little blighters any encouragement.”
“Blighters?”
“Ted word,” I explain.
“Hmm,” he says, using the tone Ted often inspires in other men.
The dogs attack their food like hairy hoovers, so I start to walk towards the pigs.
Beside me, I hear Nate say, “Is he gay?”
Second most common Ted-related question, after “Could we drink at the Silver Saddle instead?” Both uttered in that way that wants to be hopeful but knows defeat is inevitable.
“Nope. Lot of girlfriends. At least, I think so. When they all look exactly alike, it’s hard to tell.”
“Has a type, does he?”
“Is shiny a type?”
“Shiny?”
