Chapter 35

• The next fifteen minutes were filled with an awkward silence. His cat was behaving like a gloating asshole, and he couldn’t think of a way to convey his thoughts on why they shouldn’t be having a victory party yet, at least nothing that he could do while she was sitting right beside him. Yes, she was good and truly marked, but the last time he checked, her cat had not reciprocated with a bite of her own. Was it the cat holding back or the woman?
• It needed to be discussed, now, when they were alone. “We should,” he looked over to see that he had her attention, “talk about things.”
• Her eyes moved to search his face for a second. “I’m not big on sappy conversations.”