Chapter 32: Making Sense of Scenting Scents

Cillian

 I jerk away from the newly arrived customer and move closer to Kayleigh.

 “Go away. I don’t know you.” 

 “Where have you been hiding, Cillian? We miss seeing your handsome face!” Another woman’s fingers graze my cheeks. 

 “No, you miss seeing Gunner. Not me. I don’t know you.” I’m suddenly stuttering. 

 “Of course, Gunner, too! We miss you both! We had a lot of fun last time.” Shit. Shoot me now. 

 Do I know these two she-devils? Maybe. I don’t know. But fuck. What a bad timing. Kayleigh’s stern look is glued on me. Observing my reaction. She peers from beneath her eyelashes as she stares at the women. If looks could annihilate people, these two would have been reduced to a smoke a second ago. 

 Then my girl does the unthinkable. 

 She approaches me and starts sniffing.

 She bends down, unzips her ri