fresh bread in the toaster by the time Leah padded down
about them or other serious issues. He’d get her in a
good mood and start with some of the easier stuff.
On purpose, he kept his back turned and grabbed a
broom and dustpan to clean up the havoc the pets
wrought in their absence. One plate cracked cleanly in
half and washed clean of cold eggs by puppy tongues
lay on the floor. Bandit might have contributed to part
of the action as he sat nonchalantly washing his face
and paws in a corner while his co-conspirators napped nearby.
times. Peering through his splayed legs at Leah’s sheer
peach polished toenails, he said, “See, I know a few of
“Your butt is much leaner, the way I like center cut
bacon.” Leah took a step forward and pinched a butt
cheek. Dropping the dustpan and broom with a clatter,
Ash jolted upward. “See, it isn’t easy being a sex
object,” she jeered.
“Move no farther. We might have broken glass on
the floor, but so far it looks clean.” He spun around,
scooped her up, and settled her in a chair at the table in
front of cups of orange juice and hot coffee.
With her chin cupped in her hands, Leah said, “Are
you sure this isn’t my dream date?”