Like A Cat

Harley

I looked up to find Troy Quimby standing at the front of the registration line.

My features tightened into a scowl. I found his paperwork, signed him in, and without looking up at him, I said, “You’re in second position.”

“Aren’t you going to wish me luck, doll face?”

I lifted my gaze to stare up at him as he stepped toward the table. His smirk was cocky and cruel. “I hope you don’t try to kill anyone out there,” I said. “And if someone gets hurt, I hope it’s you.”

He laughed. It was a sharp, barking sound that made me flinch. “Oh, baby cakes. I like you. So much fire and fight. Are you the one who skewered poor Matthew’s hand with the heel of your shoe the other week?”

“Put your hand on the ground, and we’ll see if the holes match,” I challenged.

Charlie remained silent beside me.

Troy grinned and leaned forward, planting his hands on the table and splaying his fingers wide. “You’re a cat, aren’t you? Quick and sly. And a little mean. I like that in a woman. I hope you’re the