Page 47 of How to Deal
He laughs, backing away, his eyes on Oliver. “Uh. . .youkissed me.”
“No, I didn’t.Youkissedme.” I unlock my door, trying to keep Oliver from attacking Tathan.
Tathan’s persuasive brown eyes lock on mine. “Let’s just go to the hot tub.”
“Jesus.” I pick up Oliver and hold him tightly as he struggles to get loose. “What’s with you and this damn hot tub? You that sore?”
“I like to soak.” He smiles so wide I see his dimples. It’s adorable.
“Uh-huh.”
“So?”
“No. . . .” I look down and use my puppy as an excuse. “I have to feed Oliver.”
“I’ll wait,” he tells me, placing his foot in the doorframe, and then winks.
“Fine. . . don’t expect kissing though. And you have to wait outside.”
“No kissing.” He smirks and looks down at Oliver. “And I’ll wait out here, because you don’t trust me.”
I step inside my apartment, and Tathan watches Oliver as he backs up. “What’s wrong with your dog?”
“He doesn’t like you.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Yet, you don’t listen.” My words mean more than this dog, and he knows it.
