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She spotted Ammo out the back window watering the yard. He was still dressed in a pair of little shorts. Oh, Lord, she really couldn’t cope with this much longer. She felt like she was going to explode.
Was it possible to explode from desire?
She cleaned up the breakfast dishes, then poured him a glass of water before walking out back.
As soon as he saw her, he turned off the hose and moved toward her. “Everything okay?”
She forced a wide smile onto her face. “Of course, everything’s fine. Here, I brought you some water. Thought you might be thirsty.”
He gave her a nod and gulped it down.
“I’ve got to leave soon. I have to feed the cats before I go to work.”
“What job? Kirsten told you to take the day off, and it’s nearly the end of the day. You don’t have your job at the bar anymore.”
No thanks to him.
“My job at the supermarket,” she said. “I pack shelves at night.”
“Yeah, you’re not doing that tonight.”
She put her hands on her hips. “I am doing that tonight. I’ve got bills I need to pay. I can’t just take endless time off work, and I’m already down one job. Tomorrow, I have to go back to my day job at the Emporium, and tonight, I’m going to my shelf stocking job.”
He glared down at her.
“But don’t worry, you can just stay here if you want. Don’t feel like you need to drive me around.”
“You’re not going.”
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Fuck.
He’d lost that argument.
That wasn’t something he was at all used to. Ammo didn’t lose arguments. He ended them.
But not, it seemed, when it came to Aimee.
He was scowling as he drove her to the same park where she’d put out some food for the cats the other night. He realized something suddenly.
Shit.
“Did you come here on your own on Friday and Saturday night?” he asked.
“Yes, of course. Kirsten fed them for me last night on her way home. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I leave town. I can’t ask Kirsten to do it every night. She doesn’t exactly live close by.”
He couldn’t believe she’d come here by herself. Well, he could, because she’d done it every night before he’d met her, but he couldn’t believe he’d forgotten about it. He should’ve known, and he should’ve come back and damn well taken her himself.
Yeah, some protector he was.
“You came at night?” he asked.
“Well, yeah.”
He pulled up outside the park with a sigh. It was seven-thirty and had only just gotten dark. At least it wasn’t late, not like the other time they’d come here.
Getting out of the truck, he walked around and opened her door. Then he grabbed her backpack from the backseat and carried it over to where she’d last fed the cats. He ignored her protests and attempts to grab the backpack off him, giving her a quelling look.
