Page 93 of Trick or Stalk

Her gaze snaps to mine.

Fuck. That blush. I want to see how far down it goes.

Penny lies beside my chair, apparently having decided I'm responsible for her now. I reach down and scratch behind her ears.

Presley watches me. Something soft enters her expression.

I know that look.

She gave it to me yesterday when I admitted I liked Penny.

It's dangerous.

I like it too fucking much.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing.”

“That's not a nothing face.”

Her eyebrows lift. “Just... you’re so good with Penny.”

“She’s sweet.” Just like you. “How’s the second day of work?”

She stills, blinking at me.

“What?”

“You remembered.”

I remember everything you say.

Every expression. Every habit. Every detail she gives me.

And the ones she doesn’t.

But I don't tell her that.

“Of course.” I lean forward slightly. “I pay attention.”

She squirms in her seat, her cheeks turning scarlet again.

Damn, I love seeing her flustered.

She clears her throat, then unwraps a sandwich. “So how's the book?”

“You already asked me.”

“And you avoided answering.”

“I answered.”

“No. You tormented me with non-answers.”

“Dramatic.”

“You said no.”