Page 69 of Tied to Hope
Brie smiled as she knelt on the floor and let Shadow take a whiff of his shirt. Slowly, the big black cat retracted his claws and jumped off Master Anderson’s leg, rubbing his cheek against the soft material of the shirt, purring loudly.
Laying it on the floor, Brie took a step back.
Shadow stood on the shirt, kneading the material with his claws before curling up and lying down on it.
“Aww… Shadow misses her.”
“Don’t be fooled, young Brie. I know exactly what that black bastard wants.”
“What?” she asked, giggling.
“He wants to defile my little girl again.”
Master Anderson had never forgiven Shadow for making Cayenne pregnant, but it was obvious to Brie that Shadow and Cayenne were meant for each other. There was no denying that they made beautiful babies together.
“How are the kittens?” she asked.
Brie loved the look of tenderness and pride on Master Anderson’s face when he told her, “They are a kick. Never cease to keep me laughing.”
She grinned. Even though Master Anderson resented Shadow for making passionate cat love to Cayenne, there was no doubt he was thoroughly enjoying the fruits of their labor.
Master Anderson did not appreciate seeing Shadow love on his shirt and glanced away uncomfortably.
He let out a long whistle. “Holy shit…pardon my language, young Brie…but that is one impressive kitchen you two have.”
They walked into the kitchen so he could check it out. “These counters are truly inspiring.”
Glancing at Brie, he raised an eyebrow. “I suddenly have a hankering for lunch.”
Sir smirked. “Are you offering to make it?”
“Possibly, but you would need a babysitter for the type of meal I’m thinking of.”
“That can be easily arranged,” Sir assured him.
“Say the word, and I’ll get started.”
Brie was curious about what Master Anderson was up to as she walked over to Rytsar’s house with Hope. Having warned him that she was coming, he was already at the door to greet them when she arrived.
“You’re timing is perfect,” he said, grinning at Hope. “I have a special surprise formoye solntse.”
As she stepped inside, Brie thanked him for watching her.
“As herdyadya,it is my duty and privilege to spoil her whenever I’m given the chance.” His smile broadened as he took Hope from her. “Come, let me amaze you both.”
Rytsar walked them to Hope’s room where he pointed to a silver box lying in Hope’s crib.
Telling Brie to get it, he sat down cross-legged on the floor with Hope and gestured for Brie to join him. She picked up the pretty box and knelt beside him, looking at it with interest.
“I had this specially made for you,” he told Hope, nuzzling noses with her.
“Please do the honors,radost moya.”
Brie lifted the lid and saw tons of sparkly tissue paper. She threw them in the air and let them float down around them to the sound of Hope’s delighted giggles.
She giggled herself when she saw the Matryoshka doll intricately painted in the image of a sexy Rytsar, his palm open showing off his tattoo of the sun. Brie picked it up, turning it over in her hands to admire the remarkable detail. “It’s exquisite…”
“I do look good, don’t I?” he smirked.
