May blushes a little. I’ve never seen May blush before. She’s pretty battle-hardened and doesn’t tolerate bullshit easily. “I see why Maddie likes you. You’re smooth. Before you get to thinking I’m an easy sell, though, what are your intentions with my niece?”
I feel like I’m about to die of embarrassment, but Scott chuckles. “If I told you the truth, you’d slap me. If I lied, you’d know I’m lying. I think I’ll just not answer and ask where the pooper scooper is.”
May laughs, winking at me and whispering out of the side of her mouth. “Yep, this one is smooth as silk.” She turns back to Scott. “Good answer, young man. Now, as for work, the poop scooping comes later. For now, let’s get you on food distribution duty while I deal with poor Furby over here.”
“What’s wrong with him?” I ask, looking at the sad-looking Shih-Tzu. “Oh, dear.”
“He looks . . . matted,” Scott says, squatting down slowly and offering Furby his hand for a sniff. His voice is soft, soothing as he talks to the dog. “Where have you been, little fella?”
“Kept outside on a chain collar,” May says grimly, picking up a pair of scissors. “He’s real sensitive around his neck, and I think he’s got some of that chain twisted up in his fur. I need to get the rest of these knots out and get him dipped. He’s a one dog walking flea infestation right now.”
“Can we lend a hand?” I ask, but May shakes her head. “Food?”
“The babies are hungry,” May says. “You two are my only volunteers today, so we need to scoot to get everything done.”
May trims carefully at a knot that’s about the same diameter as a tennis ball before lifting it away from Furby, who licks her hand plaintively as she tosses it into the trash. “Come on,” I quietly tell Scott, who looks concerned.
We head through to the bigger kennel area, and I show him around. “Okay, there are four color tags on the doors. They match the four colors of food container.”
“Why four kinds?” Scott asks, and I point out why as I explain.
“Puppies . . . smaller kibble pieces for small mouths. Regular adult food, just your regular dog food. Then there’s the basic ingredient food for the dogs with sensitive stomachs, and finally, our seniors and dental-challenged ones. They get a scoop and then their food is soaked with water to soften it so they can chew it easily.”
“Dental-challenged?” Scott asks, and I nod, leading him down to Duchess, a beautiful Dalmatian that’s been with us for about four weeks. Going inside, I pet her carefully before having her lie down, and I lift her outer lip. “She’s got no teeth.”
Scott comes in, giving me a supportive look as he rubs Duchess’s tummy. “She’s a sweet little baby. Looks like she’s had puppies too.”
“She didn’t come in with any, but it does look that way,” I reply, standing up. “But Duchess is a sweetheart, and once she’s fixed and all her shots are up to date, we’re going to get her a good home.”
We get started, and it’s heartwarming to watch Scott interact with the dogs. Some volunteers only pay attention to the cute dogs. But Scott has a kind word for all of them, rubbing heads when they let him and even kneeling down to get a few belly scratches in.
More than once, I see him looking over at me as I talk with the dogs, a strange look on his face. “What is it?”
“Just . . . someday, you’re going to make a great mother,” he says, smiling gently.
I turn away with a smile, unable to contain my blush as we keep feeding the pups.
“So, now what?” he asks as he looks over the kennel. “They look like they’ll be busy for a while.”
“Now we get to take care of the other end of things,” I joke, handing him a plastic bucket and a small shovel. “This is the fun part.”
Scott doesn’t complain and takes the poop kit with firm hands. “Where do I start?”
“I’ll show you,” I answer, picking up my own kit. “Don’t worry, it’s not too bad.”
We’re about ten minutes into the job when May comes out and waves me over. “Hey, Aunt May. How’s Furby?”
May nods her head. “Good, good. The chain was in a tangle and not embedded in the skin, thank goodness. He’ll be all right soon enough.” As she talks, her eyes watch Scott. “How’s he doing?”
I glance over at him, admitting, “Working hard. He’s doing everything exactly like I ask, and I swear the grass looks spotless where he’s scooped.”
May looks at me. “He seems like something else. How serious are you two? This isn’t exactly a first-date kind of thing.”
She isn’t saying anything that I haven’t asked myself a million times since all this started. I don’t know if Scott is playing a game, but he’s damned good at it if he is.
“I don’t know, Aunt May. He’s pursuing me pretty hard, pretty fast. I keep pinching myself and warning my heart that I’m going to wake up any moment and find out all this is a dream. Because this isn’t like me, and he admits that it sure as hell isn’t like him either. Not sure what that means.”
May pats me on the back, smiling. “I think it means that it’s something different and exciting for both of you. So don’t get in your own way. Just enjoy it . . . whatever it is, for however long it lasts. If he’s just after your body, give it willingly and often. If he’s after your heart, give it cautiously and slowly.”
My eyebrows shoot up when she basically tells me to have sex with him, but her advice about being careful with my heart is spot-on. And timely, because I suspect he’s taking big chunks of it without my even realizing it.
She pats me on the shoulder. “Anyway, when you two are done out here, I need your help with some paperwork and Scott can give the puppies some attention. We’ll introduce him to Maple and Syrup too, see if he passes their exam.”
I nod, leaving and going back to Scott, who’s scooping up another happy package. “So . . . you two done talking about me?”
“What?” I ask, heat creeping up my neck. “We weren’t—”
“Liar.”
I glare at him open-mouthed. “Did you just call me a liar?” I mean, he’s right, but damn . . .
“Yep,” he says, popping the P sound. He grins and crowds into me, taking my mouth in a quick smack before talking quietly into my ear. “This isn’t a dream. And I like May’s advice about giving yourself to me willingly and often.”
I lean back, gobsmacked again. “You heard?”
“Every word,” he says, laughing. “You think it took me that long to scoop this big pile of shit? I was staying close by to hear you two gossiping about me. Insider information can be quite valuable,” he says sagely.
I can’t help but burst out laughing. “Well played, Mr. Danger. As for that big pile, it’s probably from Biggie, the Newfie you saw inside. Big dog, bigger poops.”
“Yeah, well, I think I’ve had enough of this side of the job,” Scott says, holding up his full bucket. “So where do we dump?”
I show him the main barrel, explaining when he lifts an eyebrow, “May helps make ends meet by selling the barrel to a local organic farm. You know, fertilizer and all. It’s sort of a virtuous cycle.”
“A stinky ass cycle,” Scott grumbles, emptying his bucket. “Okay, so now what?”
“Now, I’ve got some paperwork to help May with, and you get puppy play duty,” I reply.
“I like playing with puppies.” Scott leers, reaching for my chest and making me laugh, backing up.
“Not those! Down, boy, before I have to put you on a leash.”
Scott stops, shaking his head. “Not likely. Listen, after that, how about we go somewhere?”
“Where?” I ask, intrigued and excited. This day isn’t over yet, it seems.
“It’s a surprise. But trust me . . . you’ll like it.”
We spend the afternoon hanging out . . . chatting while walking along the sidewalks of Bane. Later, I easily sweet talk Scott into visiting my favorite food truck, where he jokingly whined about the long line, telling me the food h
ad better be worth it. I’d laughed, knowing it definitely was, but when Scott proclaimed to have fallen in love with the smoky brisket bar-b-que sandwich, I was absurdly jealous of the sandwich . . . for being in his hands, on his mouth, and apparently in his heart. Stupid, but true, even if I’d shaken my head at my own weirdness, concerned I might be jumping in a bit deeper than I’d thought but somehow wanting to swim out even further.
It’s getting late when Scott finally says it’s time for his promised surprise. I follow his directions carefully, climbing higher and higher above Bane on a deserted road I’ve never been on. “So, is this the part where the charmer reveals his true psychopathic nature and takes me out to the boonies for nefarious reasons?” I tease.
Scott looks at me, his eyes twinkling as he holds back a laugh, but he plays along. “Perhaps it is, but what sort of bad guy would I be if I told you all my evil plans?” He scans up and down my body, and I think I might like whatever evil plans he’s got judging by the goosebumps that break out along my flesh from the caress of just his eyes.
He holds the straight face for a beat longer and then we both laugh, the joke broken, along with the heated spell. “It’s just up here. Turn right, and . . .”
“Oh my god, it’s gorgeous!” I squeal, slamming on the brakes. Through the maze of turns, Scott has taken me to an overlook point, and the night sky stretches out far and wide before us, the stars and moon lighting up Bane in a way that makes it look special and twinkly.
“Come on . . .” Scott tells me, opening his door to get out. I follow his lead, getting out too but I reach into the back seat and grab a blanket. Sure, there’s dog hair on it, but there’s dog hair on us too, so it’ll do. When Scott sees the blanket, he gives an approving nod so I spread it out on the ground in front of us and we sit down.
“There’s the Danger building . . . kinda hard to miss that. I think I can see my apartment too though. See that little flicker? That’s the streetlight outside our place that never works right.” I grin as Scott leans in, resting his chin on my shoulder to follow the line of sight to where I’m pointing.
We spend the next several minutes deciphering landmarks here and there before finally giving up and laying back to do the same thing to stars in the sky above us.
“So, let’s start easy,” Scott says. “Dippers . . . big and little?” I point to the Big Dipper, then the Little Dipper.
“Too easy. Orion?” I ask. Scott searches for a moment, then points out the three stars of Orion’s Belt and traces the shape of The Hunter in the sky. “Right next to Orion is Scorpius . . . the scorpion. Do you know that story?”
I shake my head, interested even though the scorpion thing still gives me a bit of the willies. Damn Marie planting that nugget of fear about something that hadn’t even been a blip on my radar.
“Mythology says that Orion was a boastful, bragger type that claimed to be able to kill any animal. Mother Earth didn’t care for that and sent a giant scorpion to kill him. Zeus put Orion in the sky as a reminder, and the scorpion next to him to chase him for all eternity.” Scott tells the story well, and a small part of me can see him as the scorpion sent to punish the arrogant Orion. It makes Marie’s prediction both more and less scary . . . as long as Scott is hunting me for some fun punishment, I could be in to that.
“I’m a Libra, no fun animal in the night sky for me. Tiff told me that Libras are the only Zodiac in the sky represented by an inanimate object. I get scales . . . borrrring.” I say, my hands motioning like weighing scales going up and down.
Scott grins and takes my hand, stopping the movement, “Not boring . . . balance. A little bit this way . . .” he says, pressing towards me and planting a chaste kiss to the corner of my mouth. “A little bit that way . . .” he continues, pulling back and I instinctively chase after him, kissing him but he pulls away. Finally, he leans forward and meets me in the middle, perfectly balanced between us so that neither of us are tilted too far. His words are soft, breathy. “But never overdoing it either direction.” And he covers my mouth in a kiss, the kiss I’ve been wanting all night.
His kiss is hot, fire invading my mouth with his tongue and I burn willingly and beautifully, the flames reaching higher and higher as he stokes my desire expertly. I may be the Zodiac of balance, but he’s the one that knows how to keep me right on the edge . . . loving right where we are, never wanting it to stop, but desperately wanting more, so much more of him.
I feel like my scale may be tilting dangerously his direction. Way too soon, way too fast. And I don’t know how to stop the shift, don’t know if I want to. But a tiny voice in the back of my head echos . . . suffer and then you shall burn.
Chapter 15
Scott
Daily Horoscope, October 7th
Scorpio – Shine bright like a diamond, or wear them. Either way, show your sparkle.
Madison looks around, trying to stretch and hitting the roof of my car. “How do you even go shopping in this thing? It’s got what, two square feet of trunk space?”
“About that,” I joke, downshifting as we approach a red light. “But that’s what delivery is for.”
Madison laughs, shaking her head, and I watch as the tendrils that have fallen loose from her messy bun float around her neck. I want to chase them, suck her neck as her hair tickles my face. “Anyway, how’d you like the shelter?”
“I liked it,” I admit. “The dogs were fun. You think May would be upset if I donated?”
“Of course not. Why would she? May’s never upset about donations. She’ll take everything she can get.”
I chuckle. “Aunt May seems like a really cool person.”
Madison smiles, nodding. “She is. She’s not perfect, but she’s an inspiration. She’s why I don’t mind working so hard, bartending and volunteering, because I know she’s done worse, and she did it for me. It’s a hard life, but it’s mine, and I know May’s proud of me.”
I hum and glance over at her, keeping my voice even so as not to betray how important my next words are. “What if you came to work for me?”
It’s been running around my head for days now, trying to figure out a way out for Madison in a way that she’d actually let me help her. But she’s looking at me like I’m crazy, so I jump right back in before she can say no.
“I mean, you’ll still have to work your ass off.” The light turns green and we take off again. “But I think you’d like it better than slinging beer to drunk assholes who leer at your ass all night.” I know it’s the wrong thing to say even as the words leave my mouth, but the truth is that I hate her being at the mercy of the jerks at Stella’s. I don’t want to share her at all, but definitely not with losers unworthy of her.
She growls, and it’s both adorable and terrifying. Her voice is cold, professional, and distant. “Thank you for the offer, but I’m fine where I am now.”
The fact that she won’t even consider it pisses me off. “You are fine, but damn it, I just want to help! And I can . . . easily. So let me, Madison.” My voice has gotten louder, and I make a conscious effort to lower it, admitting, “Why won’t you let me help? I just want you close to me, where I can see you, be with you, protect you. Take care of you.”
She looks at me, her eyes shiny with tears. Is she sad? Mad? Both? I don’t know. I’ve never cared to decipher a woman’s moods before, but with her, I do. “That’s why. I’m fine standing on my own two feet. I don’t need a protector or a caretaker, don’t need to get used to that and then have the rug pulled out from underneath me when you decide you’re done rescuing me. I’m fine at Stella’s.”
It feels like our first real fight, and I think we both showed our cards a bit more than we’d intended. I have this need to be involved in her daily life, but not in the controlling way she thinks. I just want, for once in my life, for someone to fucking pick me first. I want it to be her, and I’m willing to use everything at my disposal to get her to do so, even offering her a job most folks would kill for. But she still thinks
I’m in it for the short term, and that’s fair. I haven’t done anything to make her think otherwise since a few dates, even as spectacular as our connection has been, do not exactly make a forever-type relationship. I have to show her, not tell her, but I’m getting impatient and desperate to claim her as mine.
I hold in a frustrated breath. “Stella is lucky to have you. You’re loyal to her, and that’s rare.” She nods, looking at her hands in her lap.
Silence falls over the car for a couple of blocks as I steer us toward the downtown shopping district, and Madison finally speaks again. “Where are you taking me?”
I glance over and see that she’s not upset, she’s not sad. Good, I didn’t fuck up too badly. But she does look like she’s doing a lot of thinking. Join the club, sweetheart. “You’ll see. I think you’ll like it.”
We arrive at our destination five minutes later, parking in one of the protected parking lots of the shopping district before walking down the treed sidewalk, giving zero fucks that we’re in casual jeans and t-shirts. I stop in front of Meinstein’s Jewelers. “Here we are.”
Maddie stares at the window for a moment then shakes her head. “Oh, hell no. There’s no way I’m going in a shop like that.”
“Oh, but you are. New experiences, remember?” I reply, smiling, taking her hand, and guiding her into the store.
I glance around at the shop, which is perhaps the most high-end jeweler in the tri-state area. Gold and glass dominate everywhere, with eggshell-white walls that only add to the lightness of the room. Inside the glass cases are diamonds, emeralds, rubies . . . anything your heart desires if you’re looking for gemstones.
The security guard gives us a rather hard look, but before he can approach us, the manager greets us warmly.
“Mr. Danger!” he says in a British accent. I’ve never cared to learn whether he’s really British or just fakes it for the clientele he serves. “How may I help you?”
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