Page 71 of Raw Honey
"Ok, if it's not true, then explain to me why seeing them together gets your panties in a twist."
"Because I believe they are hurting a friend."
"And that's it?"
"Yes."
"Well, let's nip this in the bud right now. You don't have to worry about Ice getting hurt anymore. I don't want to hear about this again."
"But …"
"No, Honey, this conversation is over." He grabs his keys and walks out.
Well, shit! That went well.Frustrated, I stomp upstairs.Why can't they see that this guy is up to no good like I do?
I spend most of the day in my room until I hear the front door closing.They're home. Maybe I should just give them both a piece of my mind and be done with it. Yeah, that's what I need to do.I leave my room and make my way down there stairs. I'm a woman on a mission—I'm gonna set them both straight. Yeah, you know what they say about the best-laid plans. I get to the bottom of the steps and the most adorable ball of fur greets me.Oh. My. God. Emma got a puppy.I can't resist. My anger completely dissipates as I stoop down and scoop the little guy (or girl) into my arms. "Oh my goodness, who are you?" I say to the pup, purposely ignoring Emma and Sainte.
"This is Hobbes! Isn't he the cutest?" Emma reaches over and pets the pup lovingly.
Now I have to acknowledge her. "Is he your dog?" I ask.
"Yes! Caden and I have been talking about getting a dog for a while now—well, since I found out I was pregnant—and so today, we got him!"
"Don't you think that should have been something that you and Ice did together?" I say. I can't hide my annoyance at the fact that she did this without him. I'm still holding Hobbes and I swear if he licks me one more time I am going to turn to mush and I won't care what Emma and Sainte have done.
"Oh, we went to see Caden first, and he insisted that we go and pick out a dog. He didn't want me to wait until he got out." She pauses and then says, "He said that you stopped by this morning."
"I did," I reply shortly. I'll be damned if I elaborate on that. What I went to see him about is none of her fucking business.I put the dog down and quickly change the subject, saying, "So what kind of dog is it?"
"He's an Alaskan Malamute, thirteen weeks old. I've been in contact with the Wolf Spirit Sled Dog rescue for a while now. I had been planning on getting a dog even before I found Caden again. Not long before I came to the club, they took in an expectant Mal mom and I have been just waiting for the pups to be born and to be ready for adoption. Nikki called this morning and said I could have the first pick of the litter. So when I told Caden about it, he couldn't refuse. He also knew I had been waiting."
"So he's gonna be big?" I ask.
"Yes, hopefully huge!" she says, laughing.
Through this whole conversation, Sainte has been watching me curiously. I hate the way he stares at me and I'm terrified that he's gonna spill about the kiss. Oddly enough, he doesn't utter a word. But his eyes on me are unnerving.
