“I can put him back down.” I smirk.
Doc holds his hands up. “Stitch up my man,” I order, holding Bentley out like a live grenade. He gives a nice loud hiss.
Leone chuckles as he sits there, his back to the headboard, enjoying the show. Job well done for me, I suppose. Bentley too. I think we distracted him pretty good. Doc grumbles something but gets back to it. I give Bentley another kiss on the top of his head before I set him down on the floor. He walks over to the cat house in the shape of a castle and settles in for the night.
“So it’s not….” I trail off.
“Not today, but it’s nice to know it’s on the table,” he teases me.
“Leone, most things are on the table when it comes to you. I trust if you’re asking me to do something, it’s safe for me to do.” I slide my hand into his.
“You’re too good for me, little one, but I can’t let you go.” He squeezes my hand.
“I thought the trunk was a safe place for you. It’s bulletproof. You should be thanking me. Not ordering me to clean up your throw-up in it,” I hear Xanny shout. A second later, she’s in the doorway to Leone’s and my bedroom. “Wow, these are your digs?”
A hiss comes from the castle. “Hush, Roadkill.”
“Xanny!” I shout. I hate it when she calls Bentley that.
“He started it,” she huffs. “That cat hates everyone.”
“Not true. He just protected Leone. He thought Doc was trying to hurt him.”
“Maybe he thought Doc was trying to save him.” Suddenly a growl comes from me. I put my hand over my mouth, not sure where that sound came from.
“And I’m done here. You know the drill. I left everything here you’ll need. I’ll check back tomorrow.” Doc starts packing up his tools while Xanny and Lenny bicker about cleaning up throw-up.
“All right, everyone out,” I say, slipping from the bed and walking over to the door to motion for everyone to move their booties through it. “I want a moment alone with my Leone.”
“We need to talk,” Xanny whispers under her breath when she passes me. I only give her a nod. I don’t know why it’s a secret, but right now, I don’t care. I need to be with my man, so whatever it is will have to wait.
“Thank you, Doc. I’m sorry if I was a bit much. I just love that man and only found him recently. I can’t lose him yet.”
“I understand.” He smiles. “Congratulations, by the way. I’ll accept an invite.” With that, he’s out the door. What a weird way to respond to a thank you. I close the door and lock it for good measure.
“Now.” I rush over to the bed and hop in before I rub my hands together. “Deal time.”
“Later. You need sleep.” He pulls back the blanket. I crawl in.
“I’m not that tired.” I yawn as I say it.
“Here.” He pulls me over to rest my head on his chest. “Rest, little one.” He kisses the top of my head.
“I’m fine. You’re the one who needs rest.” My eyes grow heavy. I open my mouth to tell Leone we never did open that box, but only a stupid yawn comes out again before sleep pulls me under.