He was wearing dark blue scrubs that looked annoyingly good on him, the bottoms of which had slipped low in the scuffle, revealing a inch or two of forest green knit boxers and a strip of smooth, slightly paler skin, not to mention the hint of prime male ass.
Unconcerned about the display, Dell gave Gertie a full body rub, then pushed her off of him.
The stray kitten, which looked to be three to four months old, old enough to have gathered plenty of wariness, did not approve of Gertie’s exuberance. Beneath the chair, she pressed herself closer to the wall and hissed.
“Aw, you’re fine,” Dell told her, rubbing his jaw as he studied her. He had a hint of stubble, like maybe he’d slept too long to spare the time to shave that morning.
It shouldn’t have been so damn sexy.
Neither should the way Gertie was sidling back up to him, trying to love him from not so far.
Animals always loved Dell. Little kids, too.
And women. Let’s not forget how many women loved him.
He was bending low to whisper to the kitten, using that low, undeniably authoritative but oh-so-mesmerizing voice, the one that could melt the panties off a female at five paces.
Good thing, then, that Jade was at least seven paces away.
“Gertie here’s just a big hunk of love,” he was assuring the kitten. “Emphasis on the big hunk. Sit, Gert,” he commanded with soft demand over his shoulder.
Gertie wriggled with barely contained joy but sat. Then grinned.
“There,” Dell said to the kitten. “See? We’re all harmless.”