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"Shit, I didn't?—”
"I know," I say and then give him a smile.
"Do you eat meat?"
"Yes." Although not often, because it’s too expensive. "What time is it?" I glance around for a clock, not seeing one. It's then I notice that along the entire wall behind me are windows. Thank goodness they are covered because I’m guessing we’re high up, and I’d rather not know.
Landon pulls a container of steaks out and begins to prepare them. "It's almost ten."
"What?" Holy crap. I start to get up.
"Where are you going? Do you have plans?"
I pause, looking up at him. "No, it's just late."
"So?" He shrugs. "We're both adults. We can stay up as late as we like."
"Right." I laugh and settle back into the seat. "I guess I'm not used to being in a man's house so late."
“Good.” Landon goes back to cooking, and I’m not sure what to make of the comment. “You’re a dog walker, right?”
“Yeah, kind of.”
“Kind of?”
“I’ve done odd jobs since I can remember. When my grams was alive, things were tight, so I started running errands for people in our building. The dog walking slowly got more popular, and it came with a nicer clientele. Okay, maybe not nicer, but I was getting clients who had disposable income, so they paid more. Now it’s all gone down the drain because of Bob,” I huff. At least I don't have to have his baby. “I was thinking about being a courier again, but my bike got stolen, and the seat really hurt my vagina.” It’s not until the word "vagina" comes out of my mouth that I realize all that I have rambled on about. “Sorry,” I cringe. “TMI.”
“Not at all.” Landon is full-on smiling. “It’s probably best to stay away from being a bike courier. You know, for the sake of your vagina.”
“Not that anyone is using it,” I blurt out and then gasp, covering my mouth with my hand. What is wrong with me? Landon has stopped what he’s doing altogether, and now he’s staring at me very intently. “See, TMI.”
“Drink your juice.”
I grab the glass in front of me, grateful for something to keep me from talking. I drink almost half before I place it back down, and he nods in approval.
“Good girl.”
Did he really just say that? I must have heard him wrong.
What I can’t figure out is why I’m secretly hoping that’s exactly what he said.
Chapter Eight
LANDON
“Garfield?” I tease before pulling a face.
“What is wrong with Garfield? He’s like a sassy old man.” Piper giggles and rolls on her side.
We’re in front of the fireplace playing with the kitten, and there are toys spread out all around us. I’ve been going through names with her for hours, and I don’t know the last time I’ve laughed this much.
“What if he grows up to develop an unhealthy obsession with lasagna?” I shake my head. “Think of his cholesterol.”
“Let me remind you, Mr. Adair, you said I could name him.” She’s smug as she tosses a stuffed mouse at me.
“I can see this was an error on my part, but rest assured I have our son's best interest at heart.” I put my hand over my chest and pretend to get serious. “And I get to name the next one.”
“The next one?” Piper gasps and sits up. “Garfield isn’t even a day old and you’re ready to replace him.”
