Spitfire in Love (Chasing Red 3)

“Good. You want a medal?”

“I think I deserve one.”

She smirked.

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t like to share,” she said. Her voice stern.

“You mean me?”

“Of course you.”

I grinned. Good.

“Would you share me? The way you glared at Thomas probably scarred the poor guy for life.”

Share her? What the fuck did she think? The thought made me want to punch something.

I slammed the cupboard closed. Harder than I meant to. “Thomas.”

“Calm down, Wolverine. No growling. He’s a good guy. A friend,” she added quickly when I scowled. “Just a friend.”

I found the pan in one of the bottom cupboards. I placed it on the stove, turned the dial on low heat, poured in just enough oil to cover the pan. Where the hell is the spatula?

Friend, my ass.

I opened drawers, slammed them closed.

“Men and women can’t just be friends.”

“Yes, they can,” she insisted.

Exasperated, I glared at her over my shoulder. “We typically don’t spend time with women we don’t want to have sex with.”

Where the hell was the damned spatula?

“Gross. And that’s not true for every guy.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “Is that the only reason you want to spend time with me?”

“Of course not, but it’s one reason. I want to sleep with you.”

She scoffed behind me.

I opened the same cupboard I’d opened the first time. It was there. Dammit.

I went back to the counter, grabbed a bowl, and cracked an egg too hard. I sucked at cooking. I sucked at it more when I was distracted, and she was one hell of a distraction. I was already pulling a bunch of cracked shells out of the egg white.

“Sharing you with another guy?” I growled. “Over my dead fucking body.”

I glared at her over my shoulder. She was grinning. She liked that, didn’t she? I narrowed my eyes. I could see on her face there was no arguing with her about her friend though. I went back to cracking eggs. Damn shitty convenience shitty store shitty eggs.

“I like your honesty, but your argument about guys and girls can’t just be friends is invalid. Error 404,” she said.

I brooded for a moment. “I think about you all the fucking time.”

I froze when she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind. So unexpectedly. So suddenly. Then I relaxed and smiled when she rested her cheek on my back, rubbed like a cat.

I fucking loved that.

“You’re so random. I love it. But let’s not argue about my friends. I only have a few,” she said against my back. “Can I help?”