“Doc? I think you should hold everything until we can get down there, can you do that?” he asks.
I hear a loud sigh from the other end of the phone and then the vet agrees.
“Okay then, I thought you might like to know what was happening. Apart from that, Moose is doing fine. He should stay here another day even two but I know how you feel about it.”
Parker lets out a low sound of his own, his jaw flexing too. I just know it’s time to get ready and head back down to the vet’s clinic.
“Gimme an hour will ya?” he asks the vet. “We’ll head down as soon as we’re ready.”
Parker’s eyes meet mine as he says ‘we’, and I feel my heart flutter. He grins and raises a brow when he says it, and it makes me feel more special to hear that than when he runs his hands over me.
Okay, maybe not more special, but it sure is nice to hear him say that.
He hangs up. Smiling.
“Sounds like Moose is better already. Already giving the staff down there hell when they try to mess with his girlfriend,” Parker says, grinning like a proud father.
“Girlfriend?” I exclaim, recalling the sick dog we saw last night, but not making a connection with Moose.
“Aww, c’mon,” Parker teases me. “You saw how he was looking at her. He was smitten,” he says, a matter of fact.
“Uh, he was unconscious,” I counter, making us both grin.
Parker and Moose are up to something, I can feel it.
Two partners in crime who up until yesterday fought crime. And I’m not gonna get between the special bond they have, not for a second.
“So we’re heading back to the vet’s?” I ask, readying myself to fix breakfast and hopefully grab a shower too.
“We can grab something on the way,” Parker muses, pressing his fingers together in a pyramid as he smiles to himself.
“Dishes can wait too,” he adds, reading my mind. “I think we should look at getting a maid anyway…” he adds, making me wonder if he got a bump on the head last night as well as a ‘scratch’ on his huge arm.
I feel my face screw up at the mention of a maid. Not feeling at all comfortable with anyone else but us being in our own house.
Listen to me, I think I’m picking this up already.
“No maid,” I bargain with him. “But maybe a dishwasher that doesn’t have two arms and legs?” I suggest.
“Deal,” he agrees instantly, clapping his huge hand over my thigh and hurrying me up into the shower so we can go.
“We could shower together,” I suggest, biting my lip and wondering just how long it all might take before he shakes his head in the negative.
“This is the one time I’ll pass on that idea, Naomi,” he says seriously. “Moose is waiting and I want to get down there and see just what the hell he’s been up to all night.”
“I should never have left him there,” he adds, making me frown.
“Like the time you left him in the care of that nobody dog groomer?” I ask, feeling sorry for myself and wondering again just how Sasha could have cut me loose the way she did.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Parker says, pressing his lips to my forehead and breathing in deeply. Inhaling me before he tells me to get going unless he loses all control over himself.
He’s not kidding either, I can feel his arousal pressing into me, but I also know how important getting Moose home is to him, so I don’t push the issue.
“But we will get something on the way?” I have to ask, tracing my hand down his front, all the way to what I’d really prefer for breakfast.
“I’m starving,” I add for effect.
“Oh, we’ll get something,” Parker assures me. “And there’ll be plenty of everything else once we get Moose back home.” He promises.
“You aren’t sick of seeing me in gray sweats and T-shirts?” I have to ask once he hands me a towel as he watches me undress.
His curled lip tells me he doesn’t mind at all. His warm hands on my hips as he pulls me closer proves it.
“I prefer you without anything on,” he growls softly, teasing me with those same hands and making me shiver.
“If you want, we can go clothes shopping once Moose is settled,” he offers, making me blush.
“That’s not what I meant,” I tell him, vowing to start looking for work as soon as I can.
No way I’m gonna sit back and let Parker pay for everything. Plus I remind him I still have more stuff at my old apartment to collect at some point.
“I’ll earn my keep,” I promise him. “I’ll find something-”
But his wet lips are on mine in a second, his hands gripping me tighter as we both groan helplessly in each ether’s embrace.