Chapter 4
DANIEL
I did. I told him about the messages, about Melly Harwood. The vet visit. The baby saga. I left out how much I wanted to fuck her because the last thing he needed was any more involvement in my sex life.
“Little Melly Harwood got one over on you. Love it.” He grinned as he grabbed his sandwich. Two big bites were all it took to make the second half disappear. “You know, her house is the one I’m working on.”
I perked up because that was one hell of a coincidence. “What? I never saw her name on the schedule.”
He shrugged. “Melly lives with her grandmother. Or, in her grandmother’s house because when I talked with Mrs. Vigaro, she was in Lisbon or London or somewhere in Europe. The contract’s under her name and she said we can do the project anytime.”
“You know her?” I tried to sound casual, but my dick was very eager to learn more about her.
“Mrs. Vigaro?”
“No. Melly Harwood.”
He studied me for a moment, then shrugged. “Sure. She runs the library. Obviously, she knows Danny. And Earl. In fact, their place is right down the street from Mom’s. Since Danny’s staying there, it explains the dog hookup.”
It did.
“What kind of dog does she have?”
“Wondering what Earl’s type is?”
Deek laughed. “You’re just jealous. The dog’s getting more action than you are.”
Unfortunately, it was true.
I thought of Fred. “It seems Earl has the hots for a Teacup Pom. All I know is it’s tiny and a huge fucking ball of fluff.”
Then I thought of the owner, the prim, sexy as fuck, Melly Harwood. Maybe Earl and I shared similar interests. We liked them small, and I could definitely imagine taking Melly from behind.
Deek frowned. “A Toy Pomeranian? How the hell did Earl pull that off? He’s a Bull Mastiff. Maybe you need to get a paternity test before shelling out money for those vet bills.”
“Paternity test?” I wasn’t sure if he was serious or not. “For a dog?”
He nodded. “They have them.”
“How would you know that?”
He shrugged, then tapped the side of his head. “I know weird shit. Everyone wants me on their team for trivia night. You said the messages wanted you–or Danny–to take responsibility. I assume paying vet bills and all.”
I did pay for today’s vet visit, but Danny’d definitely be paying me back. But if little Fred–the Teacup Pomeranian–Harwood was two-timing, then maybe Melly had to go after a different baby daddy to pay the bills.
The thought of Melly looking at another man the way she looked at me earlier… the way she’d blushed? The way she’d smiled? No way. I growled as I took another swig of beer. She and those sweet glances were mine. My dick agreed.
I just had to apologize and not be an idiot. I could do that.
“Huh. Maybe you’re right,” I told Deek. For the first time all week, I had a task. Something to do. Hopefully, someone to do. This was the in I needed. I had a reason to see her again.
“I should go over there and find out. Take Earl with me to prove there’s no way in hell he’s the dad. Sea Bass is still dog sitting, right?”
Sea Bass always volunteered to watch Earl for Danny. During the day, Earl snored away at the office, like he had this morning.
Deek eyed me, then smirked and nodded. He stood, took his plate to the sink, slapped me on the shoulder. “You do that. Give little Melly Harwood a piece of your mind. Or anything else you want to give her.”