“I wasn’t aware of any legal obligation to inform you of my pet choices.”
He huffs. “It’s common courtesy.”
I pick Diva up. “Forest, meet my Diva. Diva, this is Forest.”
Forest doesn’t hesitate to snatch the dog out of my arms. “Hi, Diva. Do you want a treat?” He walks off with my dog talking to her the entire time.
“Did he just steal my dog?”
“Don’t be silly, Cassandra ofElectric Vibes. I’m getting her a treat and you some poop bags.”
He returns with a canvas bag and presses it in my hands. “Don’t get caught using those plastic poop bags in town. Lyric won’t hesitate to arrest you.”
“He can try.”
“I can try what?” The man himself says as he joins us.
“To arrest me.” I waggle my eyebrows.
“Is anyone dead or dying?”
“Nope.”
“Then, I don’t want to know. Have a blessed Imbolc.”
I wait until the Chief of Police is out of earshot. “And there you have it, folks.” I curtsey. “Lyric doesn’t want to arrest me.”
Cedar bends over to whisper in my ear. “But you enjoy it when I handcuff you.”
I feel my face and other parts of me warm at the idea of being handcuffed to his bed. Hopefully naked.
“Cedar! Cassandra! Over here!” Petal hollers before I have a chance to say to hell with this festival.
Cedar grasps my hand and leads me across the street toSensual Scents,the candle business owned by Petal. Although, I don’t know how she has time for a store considering she spends most of her time on her gossip gal duties, aka being a busybody.
“Here.” She hands me a bag.
I look inside to discover several black, taper candles. Knowing Petal these are not any ordinary candles. Nope. The woman specializes in sex candles of all types – massage candles, wax play candles. You name it, she makes it.
I shut the bag. “Sorry, Petal, but no wax play for me.”
“I thought you were the adventurous Dempsey girl?”
“I am. But I don’t do anything with flames or fire.” I can’t contain the shiver at the thought of fire. One close call is enough for me.
“I’ll order another beginner bondage set for you.”
“I don’t need a beginner set.” I wink.
Cedar clears his throat and I glance up at him. His cheeks are red.
“Are you embarrassed, Cedar Archer Hansley?”
“I’m not embarrassed, but I don’t understand the appeal in letting one of the gossip gals know what you enjoy in the bedroom.”
“What’s she going to do with this information? Inform the FBI? They may be interested when the name Cassandra Dempsey is mentioned, but I’m pretty sure they’re not interested in what happens in my bedroom.”
“Why would the FBI be interested in you?”