10 A Fox Not a Dog
Blake“Cheezus, it’s just a ride home, Old Yeller. I’m not taking you out back to shoot you.”
Jess glares at me from the passenger seat. “Did you just call me old?”
Grinning, I start the engine and reverse out of the underground parking spot. “So it’s okay to call you a dog, but it’s not cool if I say you’re old?”
“Because I know I’m not a dog,” she says haughtily. She winks at me. “I’m a fox.”
Hell yeah, she is. It was damn impossible to keep my tongue inside my mouth when I walked into Wesmie’s place and saw Jess Canning standing there in her tight jeans and low-cut tank. Her body is out of this f*****g world.
“But you think you’re old?” I prompt.
“I am old.” Her expression darkens again, and I kind of wish I hadn’t revisited the age comment. “I’m a twenty-six-ye
