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The puppy nodded its head. She groaned out loud. She was beaten and she knew it.
PK leaned over. His breath was heavy and lingered on her ear as he whispered, "Seems like you're outnumbered, Sweet Clarissa."
She was incapacitated by PK calling her sweet and whispering in her ear, so she couldn't react to PK stealing the pup from her hands. She hopped out of the car.
It was shocking how PK just wrapped an arm around her as he carried the little pup. She figured if he was going to name the pup, she could at least carry Nathan. She grabbed the little puppy from his hands. "No way. I get to hold Nathan."
She expected him to steal the pup away from her. Instead, he hugged her curves. She inwardly cringed. For as much as she promoted body positivity and never gave the haters on her travel blog any mental space, when it came to guys, she was insecure.
PK was basically built like a hockey god, could literally have the pick of any girl he wanted. She couldn't help but fear that he would judge her for having extra fat around her waist.
She scolded herself for even thinking that way. There was no way he was interested in her.
Lumi walked by in a rush and said, "Awww. Don't you two look cute with that puppy?"
Given the late hour, Lumi must have been coming home from her job at the club.
PK whispered in Clarissa’s ear, "I wonder how long until we run into Callum? Come on. It's late."
She raised an eyebrow at how PK thought that Callum would be following their neighbor. Lumi was a go-go dancer. She’d seen Callum around the complex but didn’t really know him. But it seemed like PK knew the guy, and it made her wonder if those two had anything going on.
They rode the elevator to the second floor. They started to walk to their apartments, but then PK walked past his and followed her to her place.
"What do you think you are doing?" she asked.
"If you think you are going to be taking Nathan home without me, you got another thing coming."
She wasn't sure if she should be pissed or flattered. It seemed like the asshole PK was back. So much for falling for the softie next door. He was just a jerk who had to have things his way.
Chapter 4
PK
The look on Clarissa's face was priceless. One moment it was all happy and serene, then as if all hell was about to break loose. He shouldn't have liked riling her up so much, but he loved how passionate she was and how her eyes would just get so wide. The fact she was tipsy made it even better, since she had less filter than usual.
But it might have been a super dumb idea for him to insist upon entering her place.
Her nostrils flared as she screamed, "What do you think gives you the right to come into my place?"
Before she could even think about slamming the door in his face, he grabbed the door and wedged himself between it and the frame. His voice remained calm and steady as he dipped his head. "You heard what the vet said. Nathan needs to get his meds every few hours. There's no way in hell you'll be doing that alone. At least not tonight. Maybe when he's off his antibiotic, we can talk about swapping daily, but not right now."
He was serious. Sure, if there was a byproduct of hanging out with Clarissa, all the better. But he actually wanted to care for the little guy. He still hated how they were going to have to administer shots to the little guy, but if that's what they needed to do, then they would do it.
He was sure that would be enough to soften Clarissa's ire, but he underestimated her. She checked him cleanly in the chest. Unfortunately for her, he took checks for a living—or at least he used to—from much bigger guys than her. His stance didn't even waver.
Her nostrils flared again, and she rolled her eyes. "You stupid oaf. You better not think we're sharing a bed."
He chuckled. He knew it would only ever be a fantasy to take her to bed and properly get to know her body. She hated him, and they barely had any common ground before Nathan came along. He scanned the condo. It was basically the same layout as his, which wasn't too surprising. "Never crossed my mind. That sofa over there."
She begrudgingly opened the door all the way, and she put Nathan down on the ground. Nathan immediately ran up to the couch and claimed it as his own.
That got Clarissa giggling. "Good boy, Nathan. Steal the sofa from that mean old hockey player."
Her giggle got him hard. That was until she called him old. He didn't need to be reminded that it was injuries and the perception that he was past his prime that limited the amount of interest in his playmaking capabilities. Especially after hanging out with the guys from the Sound earlier in the evening, he missed the game more than ever.
He started for the sofa so he could nudge Nathan down, when Clarissa cleared her throat. "Shoes off."
He held up his hands in surrender as he toed off his chucks.
