Crazy Hot Love (Dirty Dicks 2)

Mo waves me off. “You help me out so much around here, I could never take your money. Consider Milo an early birthday gift.”

My birthday isn’t for months, but I’ll take it. “Thank you, Mo.”

Mo gathers all of the appropriate paperwork, which I fill out and sign, and then we redo the paperwork for Milo’s chip, assigning me as her owner and contact if it ever gets scanned.

“That’s it.” Mo shuts the manila envelope. “Milo is officially yours.”

I look down at Milo, who is sleeping comfortably in my lap, and scratch the top of her head. “I think we’re going to do great together.”

“I think you will too. Is there anything else you need before you go? Any supplies to get you started?”

“I don’t think so. I’ve got what I stole from your supply cabinet, and that should get me going until we get settled.”

Milo doesn’t move a muscle when I stand. She’s limp in my arms as I carry her to the car, but when my step falters at the big truck parked next to mine, her head pops up.

Trevor climbs out of his truck, tucks his hands in his pockets, and leans a hip against the driver’s door. “Whatcha got there?”

“I took your advice. As of sixty seconds ago, Milo is mine.”

A knowing smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. Pushing away from his truck, Trevor walks over to me and pets Milo. She licks frantically at his hand but can’t quite catch a finger before he pulls back.

“Good choice.” His eyes sweep the length of my body. “Lookin’ good, Red.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

I hear Mo gasp beside me as Trevor does one of those sexy nods that men do. He walks away, and I can’t help but call out to him, needing to see that sexy smirk one more time.

“Hey, Trevor?”

He turns around and grins but keeps walking backward.

“I got my tetanus shot.”

His grin stretches across his face. “Good girl. Would you like some sort of prize?”

I shrug, feeling bold and beautiful in his presence. “You could do us all a favor and take your shirt off.”

“You first, sweetheart.”

“In your dreams.”

“Don’t I know it.” He laughs and steps into the barn.

I look at Mo, and her jaw is practically dragging the ground.

“Umm…what was that?” she asks, putting her hand on my forehead.

I swat her hand away. “What?”

“First the dog and then whatever that was between you and Trevor. Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine, and that was nothing.”

“Mmm-hmm. Try again.”

Laughing, I open my car door and climb in. “Goodbye, Mo.”

“You’re really not going to tell me? Come on, Claire, we’re best friends. You can tell me if there’s something going on between you and Trevor.”