together, back to back. One of his hind legs was angled over the female’s hindquarters, and the two dogs licked their chops and lolled in the canine equivalent of an after fuck smoke.
Andie bent toward her dog, hugging her. Her dog licked her in a sweet and endearing way. Oh well, there’ll be more cuteness in a few months.
“How long are they going to be stuck together?” Andie asked, glancing up at him. “Can you check the tag of the male? I want to know who to hit up for puppy support.”
“Seriously? Puppy support?” Cade almost rolled his eyes. Typical female. You knock them up, and they take you to the cleaners. “Look, if you didn’t want puppies, you should have had her spayed.”
“Excuse me?” She narrowed her eyes. “How come the girl’s always to blame? Whoever owns this mutt should have had him neutered.”
“Ouch.” Cade winced as if a pair of snips had clipped his balls. “Actually, he resents being called a mutt. His name is Red and he comes from prime stock.”
The two dogs were still tail to tail, looking like best friends. The same couldn’t be said for the ice between him and Andie.
“Your dog? You shouldn’t have let him loose. You should have tied him up if he’s so dangerous.”
“I did, but he obviously broke his leash. Can’t help that your dog’s such a raging beauty.” Cade shuffled his gloved hand over Red and scratched his ears. “Seriously, does he look dangerous to you? Red’s a good, loyal dog, and a prize-winning stud. You should see the Westminster champs he’s sired.”
“How long are they going to be stuck? You didn’t answer my question.”
Cade glanced at his watch. “Anywhere from twenty to forty minutes.”
“Twenty to forty?” she shrieked. “Does this mean I’m stuck with you that long?”
“Would it be so bad?” He leaned in close to her and flashed her his most disarming grin, the kind that had women worldwide dropping their panties.
Her breath clouded the space between them, and he could tell she tried not to pant as hard as her dog. Clamping her mouth tightly, she said between her teeth, “I’ll expect you to share the veterinarian costs, as well as help me find homes for these puppies. They’re not likely to be AKC Westminster champs, since Gollie here is a gollie.”
“Gollie?” He quirked an eyebrow.
“Golden retriever and collie.”
“You serious about sharing the bills?” He could care less about the money, but by appearing reluctant, he could hopefully bring out the aggressive streak he detected in her, the one which would make her pursue him for claims.
“They don’t pay librarians, even the head librarian much, and my father requires long term care. He had a stroke.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe we’ll get lucky and she won’t have puppies.”
“Sure, I’ll believe that when dogs wear condoms.” She rolled her eyes, and something jumped inside of Cade—something like interest crossed with the desire to poke into her brain, and other parts, but seriously, he wasn’t as much wanting to bed her as to talk to her and be her friend. Although the bedding part would be a bonus, a big one. He hadn’t had sex since the night of the disastrous Super Bowl two weeks ago.
“You’re right. I should have been more careful with Red.” He rubbed his hand over his dog’s furry neck. “Since they’re going to be here another thirty minutes or so, shall I get you a latte, hot chocolate, or cup of tea?”
“Latte, please, with white chocolate and peppermint candy canes.”
Good. He liked a woman who was specific with her tastes. Detailed and demanding, knowing exactly what she required. Visions of Andie specifying what she wanted him to do to arouse and pleasure her flashed heat through his veins.
Striving to control his wayward lust, Cade handed Andie the remaining part of the leash dangling from Red’s collar. “I’m trusting you with my dog. Take good care of him.”
“Sure, I’ll rip his head