Page 16 of Take My Kiss
Hopefully, we can become friends at the very least. This is the safest place for her, where she’ll get to relax and spend time with her kids, while she waits for this psycho stalker to get caught.
My German Shepherd is also a fantastic guard dog and very protective. As soon as he meets them, he won’t let them out of his sight.
Speaking of, Remy finally appears from the woods with a large stick in his mouth.
“You know you can’t bring that inside, buddy. Drop it.”
He holds my stare, refusing to comply. If I didn’t have to worry about wildlife, I’d leave him out here while I cleaned.
“Give it here.” I reach for it, and the little shit jerks back, running out of my reach.
“Fine, get eaten by a coyote.” I suck down the rest of my lukewarm coffee before opening the door.
Before I close it behind me, he races in, stickless.
“That’s what I thought,” I mutter.
Setting my mug in the sink, I make a mental to-do list with the short time I have to finish it.
My bedsheets need to be changed so they’re fresh for Amelia. The ones in the spare bedroom are good to go since no one sleeps in there, but I need to toddler-proof it. I have lots of decor and knick-knacks, so those need to get packed away.
Then, I need to load the dishwasher, vacuum, and remove any other sharp or smaller items that Lily could choke on. The bathrooms shouldn’t be too bad since it’s just me here, but I’ll add them to my list. My office shouldn’t be an issue since I can lock the French doors, but I’ll worry about cleaning it later.
My priority is the main living areas and their temporary bedrooms.
Wilder
We’re about twenty minutes away.
I read his text the moment after stepping out of the shower, but then realize he sent it twenty-two minutes ago.Shit.
A knock at the door makes Remy lose his mind. He’s not used to many visitors, but he’ll calm down once he greets them.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I scrub a palm through my wet hair and walk toward the front door.
As soon as I open it, Wilder raises his brows, and Delilah whistles.
“We come at a bad time, Colt?” Wilder smirks. “Or are you just happy to see me?”
“Sorry, I got busy and lost track of time.” I tighten my towel, nervously flicking my tongue piercing. “C’mon in.”
Stepping back, I let the five of them inside, then lead them to the kitchen. Remy moves his snoot from person to person like he’s sniffing out drugs.
“A doggy!” Sam squeals, petting Remy’s head.
Remy responds by licking Sam’s face.
“Sweetheart, be careful,” Amelia warns.
“He’s a good protector when he needs to be,” I say, reassuring that he won’t bite or hurt the kids. “But otherwise he’s harmless.”
“I wish we had a dog.” Sam frowns but then beams when Remy kisses him again.
“Remy, go to place,” I demand when he gets too excited. He takes off and goes to his bed in the living room.
My eyes lock on Amelia, whose gaze trails down my bare chest and abs. She swallows hard and looks away when she catches me watching her.
“So, you remember Amelia from our wedding?” Delilah asks, drawing her attention back to me. “And her kids.”
