Page 89 of Avenging Angel
ELEVEN
ONE OF A KIND
My alarm sounded (meditation music, Cap was probably going to hate that).
But I woke to an empty bed, so he didn’t hear it.
I turned and saw a note on his pillow.
I picked it up and read,Out for a run, baby.
I didn’t like waking up without him, but at least he didn’t hear my wake-up music.
I told Alexa to quit it with the music, got out of bed making a mental note to program a musical change for tomorrow, did the prelims of my morning thing, including having a shower, and I was sitting in my robe and some panties at my bar with my laptop and a mug o’ joe when Cap came in the front door.
He was wearing some drawstring running shorts, running shoes, nothing else and was slicked with sweat.
Lord.
Well, that explained the tan.
“I think I slept off my extreme,” I informed him. “Can our first time be me jumping you on my living room rug?”
He grinned, walked to me, and I took it as a promising sign when he gently fisted my hair, pulled my head back and laid a lot-of-tongue wet one on me.
Alas, he pulled away and answered, “No.”
“Bluh,” I replied.
He grinned again, let me go and looked at my laptop. “What are you up to?”
“My morning scan of theRepublicand checking emails. Are you allergic to cats?”
“No.”
“Do you like cats?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have an issue if I say yes to Jenn’s cat coming for a visit? She has to head home because her mom is having hip replacement surgery. I can pop over for feedings and stuff, but Patches likes company.”
He’d met Jenn at the shindig. She was a tenant, upper level, across from me, but down a few doors.
“Sure,” he replied, then his head tilted to the side. “Is this a paying gig?”
“Jenn leans toward Anthropologie gift cards.”
He shook his head giving me that,isn’t she cute,look I liked so much, then he hit the shower.
I soldiered through his shower and me knowing he was naked in it by making a bowl of oatmeal and eating it.
I was on my second mug o’ joe when he came out dressed in army-green cargos and a short-sleeved linen-colored Henley that stretched across his pecs, was tight on his biceps and showed off the veins in his arms (and his tan).
I was running low on reserves, but I managed to soldier through that too.
He made himself some coffee.
I watched.