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“Hypoallergenic,” I correct him because I already looked it up.
I consider the suggestion for half a second but then Lennox’s tear-stained face flashes in my mind. “No. She loves this cat. And I... She’s my wife. I want her to be happy.”
“Good thing, boss.” Creed opens the door for me when we get back up the steps.
When I shuffle inside with Hawk tucked securely in my arms, Lennox jumps to her feet.
“Hawk!” she cries, her voice cracking. “You found him! I can’t believe you found him.”
She runs to me, reaching for her cat. But not just him. She throws her arms around me, hanging on to both of us like she’ll never let go.
“He kind of found me,” I confess. “He didn’t go far. He was in the damn tree outside your window terrorizing birds this whole time.”
Lennox gasps. “Bad kitten!”
But she snuggles him against her chest.
“He’s wet,” I remind her and grab another towel from the bathroom to dry him off. After Lennox wipes him down and gives him a treat, Hawk curls up in her arms like he didn’t almost fall to his death ten minutes ago.
“Thank you, thank you so much.” Lennox holds me, her sobs soaking into my already wet shirt.
I stroke her hair, murmuring, “It’s all right. He’s safe now. He’s home.”
“And you’re home.” She kisses me.
“You know what that means.”
“I sure do. Come on.” Lennox climbs the stairs cradling Hawk like a baby and urges me to follow.
Inside her bedroom, she gently sets the still-damp kitty on a heating pad in his cat bed. Lennox fusses over him, petting him, and cooing softly, but her attention eventually shifts back to me.
There’s a fire in her eyes as she steps closer. Her hands slide up my chest as she whispers, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Her lips softly brush mine, but the kiss turns deeper, hungrier.
I groan against her mouth, my hands roaming her curves. “Let’s hope we never find out.”
“Shane,” she squeaks out, her voice trembling. “Thank you.”
I smirk, lifting her effortlessly and laying her on the bed. “You already thanked me with your lips. Now thank me with your body.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Lennox - April
Quinlan Manor looms in the distance, its grandeur intimidating as always. Even thoughIam a Quinlan now. It’s been a great two weeks since Hawk’s Houdini trick. Shane came to my room every night and it’s like the honeymoon phase restarted all over again.
My husband parks his Corvette in the courtyard and my legs wobble when he helps me from the car. Even on the front steps, I hear the noise of a busy family gathering inside. Laughter, buzzing chatter, and children’s squeals of joy echo behind the heavy wooden front door.
Shane opens it and leads me inside with his hand firmly on my waist. The muffled sounds turn into a sharp cacophony of life and love. I clutch Shane’s arm a little tighter from the shock of it. He glances down at me, his lips curving into that subtle smirk of his.
“There are so many people here,” I say, pulling at my scarf.
“This is what Ma wanted for her birthday. Herfamily.”
“Right...” My last name is Quinlan, but I still feel like a Donnelly.
The enemy.
