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“No,” I answer as I pull the shirt over my head and cross the room to him. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close. “Noah and my relationship was and is complicated but I’ll tell you the same thing I told Hannah earlier today. He and I are ancient history and that’s the way it’s going to stay.”
“Okay,” he says after studying me for a moment. Grinning, he leans in and presses a couple quick kisses to my lips. “Now, how about we grab some dinner?”
“Perfect. I’m starving.”
Chapter Five
Kady
Woof!
Woof!
Groaning, I roll over in bed and throw my arm over the edge as the click of Jack’s nails against the hardwood floors follow me.
Woof!
“Jack,” I moan, pulling the covers up over my head and when I drop my hand over the edge of the bed again, he starts licking it. “Seriously, puppy? You can’t wait for breakfast? You have to wake me up at the crack of dawn on my day off and demand food?”
He nudges me with his nose.
Woof!
“Fine,” I growl, throwing the covers back and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I pry my eyes open as Jack sits in front of me and barks, his tail thumping against the floor as he wiggles with excitement and looks up at me expectantly. I sigh. “You’re far too happy for this early in the morning, pup.”
Woof!
“Yeah, yeah,” I mumble, wiping the sleep from my eyes. “I’m getting up.”
I push off the bed and throw my hands up in a satisfying stretch before letting them fall to my sides with a sigh. Jack dances in front of me and when I motion toward the door, he runs out of the room and down the hallway to the kitchen. Shaking my head, I follow behind him. He’s waiting patiently in front of his bowl when I walk into the kitchen and I laugh as I open the pantry and grab a scoop full of food.
“Here’s your breakfast, boy,” I tell him as I pour it into the bowl and he goes to town, chomping happily. After I drop the scoop back in the pantry, I turn on the coffee maker and get a pot brewing before I sink into a dining room chair with a yawn. Good Lord, I’m exhausted. As much as I needed a night out last night after the stress of this past week, I got in late and tossed and turned for hours before finally falling asleep. I’m halfway tempted to just drag myself back to my room and crawl into bed until, at least, noon.
My phone buzzes on the table and I scoop it up.
Dr. Hebert:
Good morning!
Please make sure you reset the alarm code after
you check on the kittens today and text me with
an update on how they are doing.
Me:
Of course!
Have a good weekend.
I read over his message again and nod before setting the phone down on the table. I might as well get my day started, I suppose. The coffee maker finishes brewing. I stand up and walk across the kitchen. Grabbing a mug from the hook on the wall, I stop in front of the pot and fill my cup before returning to my chair and sinking into it. I grip the cup in both hands and bring it close to my nose, the rich aroma of the coffee greeting me as I hum. My phone buzzes again and I sigh as I set the mug down on the table and grab it.
Mason:
Morning, beautiful.
You have any plans tonight?
