Page 73 of A Deadly Game of Cat and Mouse

“Good,” I told him distractedly.

“Excuse me? I like my balls where they are, thank you very much.”

“What? No, I wasn’t talking about those.” I waved my hands around that area to make sure he understood what I was talking about. “All I’m saying is it’s a good thing no one knows you’re here.”

“Huh, huh. Are you sure you weren’t talking about my balls?”

“Yes, I am, and please lower your voice. There are people around.”

Instead of doing as I asked, he shouted, “Look lady, I know I’m pretty, but you cannot touch a man’s balls without his permission.”

I flushed red when a female passerby gave me a dirty look and muttered, “Humph, some people have no shame.”

I was going to kill the idiot. He pulled me back just as I was about to walk off.

“We playing, we playing,” he laughed and tickled my neck with kisses. I tried pushing him off, but he was easily twice my size.

“Will you stop, you goof!”

“Not until you tell me what I wanna hear.”

Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. Over my dead body, would I be uttering those words.

The tickling doubled. When I tried to ignore the fool, it tripled.

“Fine. I give up. Eric Winslow is the handsomest boy in the world,” I shouted.

“And?”

“And the strongest, the most intelligent, and the nicest,” I growled.

“See, that wasn’t so hard. Was it?”

The old woman of before looked at me with even more disdain.

I hate this guy. I really do.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“I don’t want it. Knowing you, it’s going to be something completely inappropriate and the old busybody over there will end up calling the police on me.”

He chuckled, “Come on, close your eyes.”

“You’re not about to flash me, are you?”

“No,” he laughed. “Don’t you trust me?”

“No.”

“Come on, beautiful, I promise, I’ll behave.”

“Fine.” I gave him a wary look before doing what he asked.

“You can open them now.”

Moose was standing before me with a cupcake in his hands. Where the heck did he get that?

“Happy birthday, Jelly Fish.”

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