Page 80 of Wild Side

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Well, I haven’t seen your legs! Inquiring minds and all that. I promise not to make fun.

My head joggles as I read the words back, realizing that’s a bald-faced lie. My thumbs move again, to clarify.

Tabby:

Much.

Rhys:

Maybe I like to maintain a little mystery.

I grin maniacally, because that seems a bit like flirting. I didn’t know what to expect when I sent that first text. But this? This feels good.

Tabby:

No shit. You let me call you a porn star for weeks. Now tell me about the state of your leg hair!

Rhys:

No, I think I’ll let it be a surprise. Something to look forward to in the spring when I don a pair of shorts.

Tabby:

I’ll just sneak down and check when you’re sleeping.

Tabby:

You know… when you’re here next. So maybe spring. Whenever.

I lob it out there, thinking he might give some indication as to when he’ll come back. But he doesn’t correct the assumption, which makes a pit form in my gut.

Rhys:

The cat would protect me.

Tabby:

She wouldn’t know. I’m sneaky like that.

Rhys:

You’d have to move her to get under the covers.

I bark out a laugh, head shaking in disbelief at the screen in my palm.

Tabby:

RHYS DID YOU JUST ADMIT TO SLEEPING WITH CLEOCATRA?

Tabby:

THE CAT YOU ARE “ALLERGIC” TO AND DO NOT LIKE?

Rhys:

I’m not allergic to her.

Tabby:

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