Jill Shalvis - Animal Magnetism

Actually, not quite patiently. Mrs. Lyons was in Brady’s face, waggling a finger at him. “You’d best be good to my babies,” she was saying. “I hear what they call you, you know. Dr. Death. Honestly, I don’t know what Lilah was thinking, letting you work here.”

Brady shoved his hand through his hair. “Your animals will be fine.”

“My babies.”

Brady looked at her, and with an utterly straight face, nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

Lilah covered her mouth and bit back her laugh as her heart slid to the floor at his feet. She couldn’t help it. Watching him so completely out of his element and yet trying his best to run her world for her when he had no idea what he was doing, was it for her.

Even as she thought it, he looked up and frowned. “What are you doing out of bed?”

“No rest for the weary. Thanks for opening for me. I can take it from here.”

He put his hand over hers when she tried to scoot behind the counter. “I’m also closing, Lilah.”

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah, maybe, but you’re still going back to bed.”

Everyone in the place was swiveling their heads back and forth between them like they were at a tennis match.

“Brady,” she said, the voice of reason even as her legs were wobbling wildly with the need to sit down. “There’s too much work to do. There’s the billing, cleaning cages, feeding-”

“I’ll figure it all out.”

“I can’t ask that of you.”

“Then don’t ask.”

“I-”

“Stop.” Dislodging the cats, he came around the counter and scooped her up into his arms.

She felt the silly little flutter deep in her belly. She had no idea what it said about her that she was enjoying his bossy, know-it-all attitude.

“You’re done here,” he said and turned to the room. “I’ll be right back. No one move.”

No one did, but the entire room gave a collective sigh, including Lilah.

One minute later, Brady set her on her bed and stood there, hands on hips, a stern look on his face. “Stay.”

“Brady,” she said very gently. Stupid, stupid man. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“The doctor said you were to be kept quiet and still for a few days, even if I had to handcuff you to the bed myself.”

Well, if that didn’t cause a hot flash. “The doctor isn’t trying to run his own business with his partner on vacation now, is he?”

Brady gave her a long look, then let out a breath. “Okay, I give. What’ll it cost me for you to promise to stay here today, right here, all day?”

“Dinner,” she said without pause.

“And?”

“Dessert.”

“Goes without saying,” he said, the very corners of his mouth twisting into a smile. “And?”

“And the handcuffs you just threatened me with.”

The rest of his temper faded from his face, leaving something much, much better, something that nearly gave her a mini-orgasm.

“You’re only teasing me,” he said, eyes dark. “But I’m going to remember you said that.”

Gulp.

A fter being confined to the cabin, Lilah tried to keep busy while imagining the hell that Brady was going through. By the time that Adam came by to see her, she nearly pounced on him. “Oh, thank God. Would you please go help Brady at the kennels?”

Adam laughed. “Just came from there.” He plopped next to her on the bed and grabbed the TV remote, flipping through the channels with male single-minded purpose. “Trust me, Dr. Death is doing better than Dell.”

“What does that mean?”

“Your kennels are full up, since Brady’s in the paper again-”

“Again? Why again?”

“Yeah front page this time, for being the big hero yesterday. There’s some talk of featuring him weekly.”

She choked out a laugh.

Adam grinned. “And Dell’s all butt-hurt because he didn’t make the cut. Anyway, now Brady’s got chicks from three counties over dropping off their pets. You’re making a mint.” He tossed the remote aside. “Daytime TV is shit. You need pay-per-view.”

An hour later, Jade and Dell brought Chinese for lunch. They were scowling at each other when they walked in.

“What’s wrong?” Lilah asked.

“Nothing,” Jade said in the tone that of course meant the exact opposite.

“I said I was sorry,” Dell said to Jade, tossing up his hands. “Christ, it was just a little harmless flirting. Women generally like it.”

Lilah divided a look between them. “Who was flirting?”

Jade jerked her chin in Dell’s direction. “Stud man here.”

“With whom now?” Lilah asked.

Jade snorted. “Exactly.”

Dell looked confused. “You. I was flirting with you.”

Lilah felt her brows raise at this.

Jade shook her head. “Me,” she repeated, irritated.

Which clearly didn’t help Dell’s confusion any. “I said it was harmless!” he said, the picture of male exasperation.

“That,” Jade said, poking him hard in the chest, “is the problem.” She glared at him as she sat on the bed.

Lilah decided maybe they needed a moment alone and tried to get up, but Dell sat next to her and threw a leg over hers so she couldn’t move, then carried on like she wasn’t even there.

“You don’t like when a man flirts with you?” he asked Jade over Lilah’s head.

“It’s the harmless part that chaps my ass.” Jade grabbed the food, shoved a container and chopsticks at Lilah, and grabbed the next container for herself, closing her eyes as she chewed.

Lilah glanced at Dell and was startled to see… hurt and longing? But when she blinked, it was gone. “Dell-”

He grabbed the third container. “We checked on Brady.”

Lilah recognized the subject change as a diversionary tactic and was just enough off her axis to let it go for now. “And? How bad is it?”

“He’s running the place like boot camp. Even Lulu is behaving, though it’s probably out of fear that she’ll have to run laps if she doesn’t.” He laughed at the look on her face. “He’s doing fine, Lil, stop worrying. In fact, he was telling Lorraine where to stick it,” he said. He smiled. “Best moment of my day.”

Shit. Lilah tried to get up, but Dell’s leg was still over her. “Relax. He’s got it all under control.” He had the fried rice, and Lilah knew from experience if she didn’t demand her share pronto, he’d eat it all in less than two minutes. “Gimme,” she said.

After she’d filled her belly, she felt better and tried to get up but Dell shook his head.

“I’m getting up, Dell.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am.”

“Christ, what is it with all the stubborn women today?” He spared a glance at Jade, who merely narrowed her eyes at him.

“I feel just fine,” Lilah said.

“No go.” Dell held firm. “If I let you up, you’re going to go check on him.”

“Yes.”

“You’re still on bed rest.”

“Since when did you talk to my doctor?”

“Not your doctor, your keeper.”

“Yes, well if you want to keep your pretty face, get off me.”

Jade snorted and kept eating.

“Sheesh,” Dell said, moving. “You’re grumpy when you get shot. And I don’t know what your problem is,” he said to Jade.

“I’d tell you to think about it,” Jade said. “But that might be a stretch for you-” She broke off, staring at him. “Are you kidding me? What, are you twelve?”

“What?” Dell said, looking around. “I didn’t do a fucking thing.”

Jade pointed to his Levi’s, which were low slung and had sunk far enough on his hips that when he’d sat, they’d revealed the waistband of his boxers, which were pink and covered in little red lips. He looked down at himself and shrugged. “They were a gift.”

“Pig,” Jade said.

Later, when Lilah was alone again, she fought with discomfort and discontentment and told herself it was from being cooped up.