“She tricked me,” Sawyer explained, moving his mouse around on his desk. “Here I was trying to do a good deed and the evil woman tricked me.”
“Who? Adrianne?” Kaleb asked, referring to the woman who ran the shelter.
“Her and Kennedy.” Sawyer grimaced, but then smiled again. “They tossed me in a room and had me washing dogs. It wasn’t until I noticed the dogs seemed to be getting bigger and hairier that I realized what was going on.”
“Did you get back at them?”
Sawyer’s grin widened, and his eyes sparkled.
“Adrianne must’ve been delayed running an errand, so Kennedy was the only one there. I had to get her to come help me when something happened to the sprayer,” he admitted.
Kaleb waited, his imagination already running wild.
“Turns out there wasn’t anything wrong with the sprayer. And, unfortunately for Kennedy, she had to get wet to find that out.”
Sawyer’s laugh boomed through the room, and his words painted a picture in Kaleb’s mind. Yes, he could totally see prim and proper Kennedy getting soaked when she tried to fix whatever Sawyer had broken. Or not broken, as was the case.
“She’ll never talk to you again,” Kaleb told his brother, turning his attention back to the computer screen.
“No, probably not, but damn that woman is even hotter when she’s wet,” Sawyer murmured.
Speaking of hot, wet women, Kaleb thought to himself when the door opened, and Zoey stepped inside.
“Hey, baby,” he greeted her as he sat back in his chair, motioning for her to come toward him.
Without wasting a second, Zoey approached with a huge smile on her face. Easing herself onto his lap, Kaleb circled his arms around her, resting his palms flat against her protruding belly.
“How are y’all today?” he asked his wife.
Zoey planted her hand on top of his, both of them cradling their unborn child who was steadily growing inside of Zoey.
“Good, and you?” she asked, leaning sideways to kiss him. Her nose twitched and she looked up, her eyes darting across the room at Sawyer.
“What is that smell?” she asked, confused.
“Oh, that’s Sawyer’s new cologne,” Kaleb said, keeping his tone serious.
Zoey looked at Sawyer, studying him for a moment before she said, “Do you smell like dog?”
Sawyer’s head jerked, his gaze penetrating Zoey as he frowned. “Damn it all to hell.”
With that, Sawyer pushed up from his chair and headed straight for the door.
“What the hell happened to him?” she asked, watching the spot where Sawyer had just disappeared.
“Apparently, Kennedy got him good,” Kaleb explained.
“What do you mean? What did she do?”
“Let’s just say, Sawyer probably won’t be volunteering at the animal shelter anymore. Now, go lock the door.”
Knowing that the only other person who would possibly show up at the Walker Demo office would be Travis, and his visits were few and far between, Kaleb decided to take a chance. With the door locked, and Zoey’s truck outside along with his, he knew none of his brothers would try to come inside.
“Why would I want to do that?” she asked playfully.
“Hmmm,” he moaned, nestling his nose into the crook of her neck. “Because I want you to play with me.”
“Play? Like play house?” she teased, standing from her perch on his lap.
“Something like that,” he answered, watching as she moved easily across the room to the door.
Lord, the woman stole his breath. Always having been the most beautiful woman in the world, at least from Kaleb’s point of view, his wife was even more stunning now that she was seven months pregnant. Absolutely, heart-stopping gorgeous.
“Now come here,” he beckoned, crooking his finger and signaling for her to come closer once again.
“What’s in it for me?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he said, pretending to ponder what might happen. “Maybe I can lay you out right here on this desk and have my wicked way with you?”
“Or…” Zoey added, coming to a stop directly in front of him.
Glancing up at her, Kaleb leaned back in his chair and studied her pretty face. “Or what?”
When she lowered herself to her knees right there in front of him, Kaleb damn near swallowed his tongue. “What are you doing?”
“Well, if you don’t know by now, I think I’m going to have to give you another lesson,” she offered with a huge smile.
Her small hands went to tug at the buckle on his belt and Kaleb helped, unable to sit still. Being careful not to bump her in his haste to get his jeans down his hips, he kept a close eye on her.