“Nope.” He opens the plastic bag and sniffs. “Definitely not shit.” He opens the bag wider. “Smells like peanut butter. How’d you know I like peanut butter sandwiches?”
“I have my ways.”
His full attention on me is heady and a little scary. “Are you stalking me, Mayor Porter?”
I snort. “Please. I’ve got better things to do. Like clean my toilets.”
He turns back to the sandwich, pulls it out of the baggie, and separates the two slices of bread. “Peanut butter and…” He sniffs it. “Mayonnaise? What is this devil food?”
“Mayonnaise and peanut butter sandwiches are the best. Doesn’t everyone love them?” And he wouldn’t have noticed anything until he took a bite. His lunch would have been ruined. It was the perfect plan until he showed up.
He drops the sandwich back into the paper sack. “No one likes peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches.”
“My grandmother did,” Tony Sparrow, one of Garrick’s assistants, says as he walks past the room. He seems totally unconcerned about his boss pinning me against the lockers.
“See.” I smile up at Garrick. “People love them. It was a treat for you.”
He puts his hands back against the locker and moves his hips away from me. “You know what I think?”
“I really don’t care.” I roll my eyes to emphasize my apathy.
“I think you wanted to be caught. I think you wanted me to know exactly who left me this sandwich.”
“You have multiple angry women looking for vengeance against you?” I look up at the ceiling in mock consideration. “Actually, that tracks.”
He grips my chin and tilts my head down until I’m looking him in the eye. “I think you enjoy getting caught. I think you love this little game we’re playing. Tell me, is this some sort of weird foreplay for demons?”
“Oh, my God. That romance book you’re reading is giving you crazy ideas. You weren’t supposed to be here. You were supposed to be out on snowmobiles with clients this morning. Trust me, you are the last person I wanted to see today.”
“That outing was a last-minute addition to the schedule.” He leans in closer. “How did you find out about it?”
Shit. Me and my big mouth. “This is a small town, Garrick. You, of all people, should understand how fast gossip travels.”
He pinches my chin so hard it’s almost painful. I think I like it. I really like the way his jaw is clicking and the fire in his eyes. Pissing this man off shouldn’t be the sexiest part of my day, but it most definitely is.
“No one is gossiping about a group of tourists I’m taking on a snowmobile tour. The schedule was wrong. It was a one-hour tour, not two. The only way you would have gotten that wrong information would be by hacking my system.”
I shove against his chest with both my hands. He doesn’t budge. As much fun as this is, I’m not pointing the finger at my sister. “Guess you need better security. Now let me go.”
He shakes his head slowly. “There are many things I want to do to you, but letting you go isn’t one of them.”
I think he means that to be a threat, but the husky tone of his voice makes me think of sexy times and my clit vibrates, ready to play.
“Hey, boss,” Lindsay Burrows, another of Garrick’s assistants, says as she walks into the break room. “Sorry to interrupt, but Major Masterson just called. He wants to know if you can fit him in for a snowshoe with his latest girlfriend this afternoon.”
Garrick turns to answer her and I take the opportunity to slip past him, planning to get the hell out of there.
Instead, I’m knocked to the ground by a giant wall of fur. I hit the ground hard on my back, the air leaving my lungs in a forced exhalation.
I’m just starting to catch my breath when two giant paws land on my chest and a slobbery tongue laves my face in repeated strokes.
“Barry, don’t lick her. Demons are poisonous.”
I shove at the dog, but Barry just pants down at me like I’m playing its favorite game.
“I want to walk away so badly,” Garrick mutters.
“Don’t leave me here,” I gasp out. My boobs ache from the giant paws squishing them and my lung capacity is getting smaller as the dog’s weight continues to sink down on me.
