Page 427 of Small Town Firsts
Which I was wearing right now with the dress shirt I’d stolen off the chair in his bedroom. I’d had to roll up the sleeves like crazy because his arms were ridiculously long, but I was officially a fan of the richie rich finery from his closet.
I wouldn’t tell him that of course.
And to be truthful, I really liked his long arms. Especially when he decided to do his workouts with his new rowing machine.
Hello.
Watching him do that full row with all the muscles moving and shifting under his tanned skin? Yeah, sign me up for that daily workout. Well, to watch it anyway.
Then again, he definitely enjoyed my yoga workouts. However, he wasn’t exactly the bendiest guy in that regard. He’d tried hard to do some beginner poses, but in the end, we decided to play to our strengths.
It didn’t stop him from setting up half of his workout room with yoga supplies for me. In fact, he kept doing little things that made my heart turn over.
Smoky leaped onto the kitchen table by the window.
“Well, hey there. PMS is going to freak if he sees you on the table.” But I simply stroked a hand down his smooth fur. His motorboat of a purr rolled out and made me smile. He went onto his back legs and waved his paw at me.
“Shameless.” But I leaned down so he could leap on my shoulder, his favorite place to be. He settled into the crook of my neck and butted his head against my jaw. Little devil. I scratched under his chin and fixed the pile of papers he’d scattered.
I paused as I realized it was my contract, the one that had a whole lot of red pen marks in Preston’s slashing handwriting. Penn Masterson had sent it over the other day after he got my first batch of sketches.
Sylvia and Roz officially had a new roommate—Smoky, the tripod cat.
Our cat was a budding comic star. I rubbed my cheek against the purring furbaby, already snoozing on me.
And now that I had a lawyer in my back pocket, who just happened to have a startling ability to research and assimilateanything—namely entertainment law or his new obsession, family law—I had someone looking out for me.
I was getting used to the idea.
It was weird and wonderful, even if I didn’t quite know what to do with it most days.
“Did you make enough for both of us?” His voice rumbled behind me just before his big hand slid under my shirt to find skin.
I sipped from my mug and nodded toward the teapot his mother had gifted to me when we’d gone to the tarot festival a few weeks ago.
“I’m not sure what kind of magic you add to your tea, but I ordered more of this stuff for our new office.”
“Your office,” I corrected him.
“Mmm.”
I rolled my eyes. I was not going to be working for him again. I wasn’t.
I was pretty sure.
I lifted Smoky off my shoulder and settled him on one of the chairs at the table. We’d stashed one of his half-dozen cat beds there so he could sit with us when we ate our meals. Because of course Preston wasn’t the kind of guy to eat on the couch like I usually did.
Smoky huffed out a sigh and settled after I gave him another few pats.
“I saw the contract.”
“Masterson can do a lot better than that boilerplate nonsense.”
“I’m an unknown, PMS.”
“It doesn’t matter. You have a year’s worth of drawings?—”
“They have to be tweaked with Smoky. They’re not all done.”
