15
BUNNIE
"I was afraid you might ask about that." He spoke in a soft, placating voice, but my jealous-girlfriend hackles were way, way up.
I had no control over their envious suspicion. I felt my claws extending.
Who was I kidding? I wasn't Zeke's girlfriend. We had f****d a few times. There were no commitments between us. I was making an awful lot of assumptions, wasn't I?
"Come inside, Bunnie. Let's talk about this for real."
Moments later, I was seated on Zeke's overstuffed couch, a mug of hot cocoa in my hands and wearing his sweats and a pair of wool socks. Why was he going to all the effort to get me comfortable? Was the answer to my question upstairs really all that bad?
"You asked why I have that swing. I'm not going to lie to you. I was dating someone."
I clunked the coco
