Chapter Thirty-Three
Lucy
A few weeks later, I stood in Levi’s kitchen and glanced over to where he sat at the kitchen table with Ham sitting on his shoulder. He did this with Ham often, feeding him little bits of lettuce and carrots. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I bit back the urge to laugh.
It was ridiculous really. Levi—hotshot firefighter, sexy as hell, tough as hell, and too handsome for his own good—carefully offering snacks to a small brown and white hamster. Snagging my phone off the counter, I quickly snapped a photo.
“I’m sending that to Maisie,” I offered with a grin.
He chuckled. “So?”
“She can share with your crew. You look ridiculous, you know.”
He shrugged, entirely unabashed. “Ham likes to get his snacks this way.”
“I know.” My heart suddenly felt fu
