I need more time with Bianca tonight. Can you stall?
Could he stall? What the fuck was he supposed to do? Kidnap Edie and play charades? Drag her kicking and screaming to an all-day movie marathon? Even as he was filled with irritation for his brother, he actually didn’t hate the idea of spending more time with Edie. Her constant verbal jabs kept his mind going, and their sparring was fun . . . and a bit arousing. He liked that she never backed down.
Maybe he could figure out a way to get a few more hours in with Edie after all.
***
As they walked and ate, they admired local vendor stalls, from knitted hats to handmade puppets. The Harvest Festival was more of a craft fair put on by Edie’s small town every fall, and so there wasn’t much exciting other than food and homemade goods. But Edie enjoyed herself just the same. And as they wandered, any time she showed an interest in something . . . Magnus automatically bought it. By the time the sun began to set, she was wearing a ridiculous hat, hand warmers, had a jar of homemade pickle jelly, three kinds of bath soaps, a puppet, and a stomachache from all the junk food.
She’d also had a wonderful time. It was so relaxing to just be silly and think about nothing but what was in the next food cart. She also loved that Magnus was willing to try anything, and she’d dared him on more than one occasion to eat something that sounded completely toxic. By the time they got back to the shelter booth, Edie was laughing and tired. Her leg throbbed like the dickens and she was wiped but she’d had fun despite herself.
Her guilt resurfaced when she saw Peggy’s truck pulled up by the booth, and Peggy putting away the last of the cages. She hurried forward, releasing Magnus’s arm (that she might have been clutching all afternoon) and rushed to help her put away the last few. “I’m so sorry! I should have been here to help!”
“No, it’s perfectly all right,” Peggy said with a pat on Edie’s shoulder. She brightened. “Actually, while you were gone, we managed to adopt all of the cats except one!”
“You . . . did?” Edie was dumbfounded. “Really?”
“Yep! It was wonderful.”
Magnus leaned in behind Edie. “It’s because you weren’t scowling at everyone,” he mock-whispered.
She elbowed him and focused on Peggy. “So which cat is left?”
“The Persian,” Peggy said, smiling. She pulled out the cage and hefted it for Edie to see. Sure enough, there was that sad, smooshed face surrounded by all that white fur. “Back to the shelter with her.”
Edie suppressed a shudder at that poor, sweet cat returning to those cold metal cages. “Actually I want to take her home with me—”
“I’ll take her,” Magnus said, interrupting Edie.
“You will?” Peggy’s face lit up as if she’d been given a gift. “Truly?”
Edie frowned at him. “You already have one cat you barely know how to handle, dude. I’m not sure a second one will be the answer. You—”
“You can come by and help her settle in,” Magnus said, grinning. He reached over and plucked the Persian cat’s cage out of Peggy’s hands.
“But . . . what about your other cat? You can’t just throw them together!”
“I’ll keep Lady Daredevil in the office until they’re ready to interact.” He wiggled a finger at the cage. “I know you said you always have room for another, but I’m guessing your sister will bitch, right?”
He had a point. “Well . . .”
“And you don’t want her to go back to the shelter, right?”
Edie licked her lips, hesitating. She didn’t want the cat to go back to the shelter, no. But she couldn’t help but feel like there was an ulterior motive here. Like if she gave in, things were going to suddenly go out of control. “I guess not.”
“Then I’ll take her home with me,” Magnus said. “I like her.”
“If you’re sure . . . Getting a cat is a big commitment,” Edie said. “And this is number two in a week. I just don’t know—”
“I need to go,” Peggy said. “You two figure it out.” She shut the tailgate of her truck and moved to the front. “Thanks for volunteering, Edie.”
“Sure,” Edie said lamely, and then Peggy drove off. Now it was just her and Magnus and the cat. She glanced around awkwardly, watching vendors pack up their booths and people heading back to their cars. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen Bianca anywhere, have you?”
“Nope,” he said, looking rather pleased at that. “You need a ride home?”
“I’ll just text her,” Edie said, pulling out her phone.
“Before you do, you wanna come to my place?” Magnus held up the cage and gave her his most winning smile. “Help me tuck Lady Daredevil into her new house?”
Chapter Seven
Did a gorgeous man just ask her to have an adult sleepover? Edie hesitated. “It’s a bit of a long drive.”
“A few hours. Not so bad when you have good company.” When she arched a brow, he held up the cat cage. “I refer to feline company, of course.”
“Of course,” she said, smiling. He was hard to resist when he was like this, all playfulness and fun. “But I really can’t. It’ll be too late at night to drive back—”
“Then stay at my place,” Magnus offered. “Like I said, you can help me settle the cat in, and you can check on Lady Cujo.”
“And have a sleepover in your bed?” she mocked. “I don’t think so.”