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I plop face first onto my bed as soon as I get home, letting out a groan that probably makes it sound as if I’m in pain.
I’m not. Not really. Truth is I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to spend so much time around Cole without ripping either his head or his clothes off. The guy is an arrogant ass and I refuse to be his plaything for however long I interest him, only to be tossed aside when he’s had his fill.
A scratching on the other side of the door has me pushing up off the mattress and walking to the other side of the room to see what the hell that sound is.
Sparky.
I forgot about that little guy.
He comes right on in as if he’s been invited. Which, he most certainly has not.
“What do you want, powder puff?”
He sits down at my feet, little tail wagging and his small pink
