She looked down at their adorableness. Manda was a sharp woman. Zoe wouldn’t name them either or there was no way she’d be able to get rid of them. “What are you going to do about them?”
The gray kitten had been chewing on one of Parker’s fingers, her entire body fitting in his big hand. He stroked her tiny head with his thumb, her rumbling purr filling the room.
Zoe’s ovaries actually ached.
“I’m going to get them adopted at Belle Haven’s adoption clinic next Saturday,” Parker said.
Okay, so that was a good plan, and he was a good guy for helping out Manda and Kaylie, both of whom could use the help. But why was it that every single time Parker not only toed her line but stepped over it, she liked him even more? How ridiculous was that? What was her problem? All she needed to do was remember the things about him that drove her crazy and she’d be okay. Her heart would stay safe.
Still holding one of the kittens, he leaned over and kissed Oreo right on the tip of his nose.
Oh, for God’s sake. How the hell was she supposed to keep her heart safe when he was nice to her silly dog and he saved kittens and he fixed the things in her house that were broken while pretending not to in order to save her own damn pride?
He sat there, rumpled from sleep, like maybe he, too, had just rolled out of bed, seeming very comfortable in her kitchen.
Like maybe he belonged there.
And then there was the fact that all he had on was a pair of sweats, dangerously low slung and showing off his abs and those sexy cut muscles on his lean hips, the ones that made women stupid with lust . . .
And never mind his eyes and how they seemed to heat when he looked at her. She’d never experienced anything like it, really. She’d enjoyed the men she’d been with and knew they’d enjoyed her back, but not a single one of them had even looked at her like Parker did. “You knew what I meant regarding the no-animals thing,” she said. “You keep breaking the rules on purpose.”
He smiled a little to himself at that and gently set the kittens on the floor, where they immediately cuddled up to Oreo.
Then he stood up and stepped into Zoe. “Not true. You only had two rules, the other one being no overnight guests. Haven’t broken that one.”
She took a step back and found herself up against the counter.
He set hands on the tile on either side of her hips and dipped a little to look into her eyes. “You’ve got a lot of rules.”
“For good reason,” she managed, trying not to stare at his mouth and failing miserably. His lips were somehow both firm and soft, and he always tasted good. So yeah . . .
At her scrutiny, those sexy lips curved. “I bet you have all sorts of rules in bed, too,” he said.
She had no idea how in the world he managed it, but with him she always felt a whole lot aroused and just a little bit pissy at the same time. It was a special talent of his.
“Yeah,” he said, sounding amused and not at all surprised. “You do. You have rules in bed.”
“I don’t.” She hesitated. “Well, maybe a few,” she admitted. Hey, it was just common sense to have rules.
He laughed softly, the sound sliding through her belly and heading directly south. Dammit.
“Maybe that’s why your dates aren’t working out,” he said.
“My dates are working out just fine, thank you.”
“Yeah?” he asked. “Did you get laid last night?”
She squirmed. Joe had made it clear that sex was absolutely on the table and up for discussion. She’d made it just as clear that it wasn’t going to happen.
But she did want to be with someone. She wanted that quite badly. Just not with Joe.
Parker grinned. “I rest my case.”
“Hey,” she said. “I could have . . . with Joe. If I’d wanted to.” But the amused doubt on Parker’s face really did her in. “I could call him back right now even,” she said.
He slid his gaze over her blanket—The Little Mermaid—from her head to the tips of her toes and smirked.
“Well, I wouldn’t be in this blanket,” she said. “I’d change. And not into the bingo dress, either. I’m retiring the bingo dress.”