Deliciously Damaged (Reckless Bastards MC 3)

“Hello?”

His voice. I smiled and Cooper’s face filled my mind.

“Allison? Are you there?”

“Uh-huh. I wanted to ask you a question,” I started.

“This early in the morning? Are you okay?”

Silence.

“Allison?”

“Mmmm-hmmmm,” I answered.

“What do you want to ask me?”

“Oh, right. I want to know if they say men are like dogs, because they are nothing like cats. Or if that’s something else.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

I wrinkled my nose, not understanding his confusion. In my mind, it seemed like a very simple question. And very important. “Cooper, I need to know!”

“Are you drunk?”

I started to giggle. Something I very rarely do but once I started, I couldn’t stop.

“Allison, where are you?”

“I’m on the floor.”

“Where? Where are you on the floor?”

I lifted my head and looked around. “The kitchen.”

Satisfied with my answer, I nodded, and then lay my head back down again.

“Cooper, you know what? You know what your problem is?”

“I would love for you to tell me, but hang with me here for a second. Whose kitchen floor are you on? Are you alone?”

“No, silly,” I answered, patting Sam on the head. “Sam’s with me.””

“Sam?”

“Uh-huh,” I yawned.

“Who the hell is Sam?”

“Sam, say hello,” I said, turning my head on the floor to look at the little ball of fur next to me. On cue, he meowed at me.

“Sam’s the cat.” He laughed and my body relaxed even further at the deep richness of the sound as it ricocheted through my kitchen.

“Is the door locked?” he asked.

“I think so. Sam, go check if the door is locked.”

“No, no, Sam can’t. You need to get up and check.”