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I pull my eyes off my boyfriend and his new pet and back toward the stairs. “I can’t take any more of this fun game. Remember your jobs.” With that, I spin on my heel and dart back to the office. I’ve dealt with enough chaos already this week.
Chapter 38
Lola
The sound of the front door shutting is followed by a familiar jingle.
“Fuzzy Wuzzy’s back.” Amy announces like we aren’t all painfully familiar with the tingle of the bell on his collar. “It was sooo smart of you to give his collar a sound so he doesn’t scare anyone.”
“Yeah.” I nod, lips pressed together to keep from laughing. Or crying. I’m not sure which. “Brian says people stop staring as soon as they hear the bells.”
“Right.” Amy nods, completely missing the snark in my tone.
“Damnit. This way.” Brian hisses down the hall. “No, not my office.”
Fuzzy drags Brian past the conference room door.
“Dammit.”
“Stop saying that.” Cal jumps out of his chair and chases the two down the hallway. “Fuzzy is getting confused about his name.”
I don’t even try to hold back my laughter. The cat has been here a week, and he does seem to be answering better to Dammit than to Fuzzy.
The shabby puke-green sofa in Brian’s office—the one he wantedto have hauled away—has become Fuzzy’s favorite lounger. As much as my boss hates it, the cat is attached to him.
“He wouldn’t follow me in here.” Cal reappears, shoulders slumped. “Still likes Uncle Brian best.”
“You have Murphy, and Sully has T.J.,” Amy says. “I think he knows that. And he can probably sense how lonely Brian is.”
I close my eyes and focus on breathing steadily. I just can’t with her.
“Cal,” I say. “Fuzzy plays with you all the time.”
“That is true. And”—hands on his hips, he turns in a full circle—“we don’t have a sofa in here.” He eases into his chair. “Maybe we should change that.” Under the table, he glides his foot up my calf. “Sofas are more comfortable than tables, wouldn’t you agree?”
He waggles his brow.
Eyes wide, I make a show of frowning and glancing at Amy. We are at work. I’ve drawn lines, but Cal is determined to obliterate them all.
“Ames, go see what Sully needs,” he suggests.
“Why? Are you two going to have sex again?” She pushes to her feet and sighs. “If so, just don’t do it in Brian’s office. He’s still complaining about that.”
Cal chuckles and my face heats.
As soon as we’re alone, I lunge forward in my chair. “I can’t believe you told him.”
Cal grins. “He asked, I couldn’t lie.”
“Yes,” I grit out, “you could.”
“Okay, Lola,” he says, his tone placating. “Next time I will lie for you.”
“No next time,” I grumble at my computer screen.
At a featherlight brush along my neck, I startle, covering my mouth to stifle a shriek. The sneaky bastard is suddenly right behind me, hovering close.
He drags his lips along my neck, and despite my best effort not to react, goose bumps peppermy skin.
