Bab 117: Chapter 117

“You’re such a pretty kitty!” I scooped her up into my arms, brushed my cheek against her face, and dropped a kiss onto her furry little head. “We’ll bring you something back.” I rubbed the back of a finger under her chin, grinning as she slitted her eyes and purred. “What?”

Wills was watching me with such a tender expression…My cock hardened, and he smiled as if he knew. But all he said was, “Nothing, babe. Got your key?”

I put her down and fished my key out of my pocket. “That reminds me. We keep a spare—”

“Please don’t tell me under the doormat!”

“We don’t have a doormat.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’ve got a flowerpot.”

“Yes.” It was a huge thing by the front door. Before Wills had moved in, it had held nothing more than shriveled plants that died from lack of watering or drowned from being overwatered. Now impatiens bloomed in it, and once they faded, he’d replace them with geraniums.

“Do you keep a key in that flowerpot?”