The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [44]
She knew she had to leave before she threw herself at him and begged him to pretend she was one of the women from outside of town. Every time she was around him, she wanted him more.
She’d left a note on the bed, made out to Sawyer and sealed in a bank deposit envelope she’d found on his dresser. It was a confession of sorts, explaining how she felt and part of the reasons she had to leave. It was embarrassing, but she felt she owed him that much, at least. She knew he wouldn’t be happy with her furtive defection, but from what he’d said, he’d be even less happy if she lured him into an intimacy he was bound and determined to resist.
Her purse had been in the closet, as the brothers had claimed, and all her credit cards and I.D. were still inside. She was ready to go.
The door was barely open when the small cat leaped off the bed to follow her out. When Honey reached for the cat, meaning to close her back in the bedroom so she wouldn’t make any noise, the cat bounded out of reach. Honey wasn’t sure what to do, but it was certain she couldn’t waste time hunting for the animal in the dark. She’d been through the house, but she wasn’t familiar enough with the setup to launch a search; odds were she’d knock something over.
She was halfway down the hallway, moving slowly and silently though the blackness, when the cat meowed. Every hair on her body stood on end while she waited, frozen, for some sign she’d been discovered. Nothing. The brothers slept on.
Honey glared behind her, but could only see two glowing green eyes in the darkness. Again she reached for the cat; again it avoided her. She felt the brush of soft fur as the cat moved past, then back again, always just out of reach. Honey cursed silently and prayed the cat would be quiet, and that she wouldn’t trip on it and knock anything over.
The house was so large, it took her some time to make her way to the kitchen, especially with the cat winding around her ankles every few steps. She’d always liked cats, but now she was thinking of becoming a dog woman.
A tiny, dim light on the stove gave scant illumination across the tiled kitchen floor. She could barely see, but she knew the keys were hanging on a peg on the outside wall, close to the door, so she used the stove light as a compass of sorts, helping her to orient herself to the dark room. Shuffling her feet to avoid tripping on unseen objects, including felines, she made her way over to the door, trying to avoid the heavier shadows of what she assumed to be the table and counter. Once her searching hand located the keys, she had another dilemma. There were too many of them!
Her heart pounded so hard it was almost deafening. Her palms were sweaty, her stomach in a tense knot. The damn cat kept twining around her bare feet, meowing, making her jumpy. She had no idea where the pet food was kept and had no intention of trying to find out.
Finally, knowing she had to do something or she’d definitely faint, she ignored the cat and decided to take all the keys. When she found one that operated the closest vehicle, she’d drop the rest in the grass, leaving them behind.
She tucked her purse under her arm and wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans. Carefully, shuddering at every clink and rattle, she lifted the various key rings. There were five sets. She swallowed hard and, clutching the keys in one hand, her purse in the other, she reached for the kitchen door. The cat looked up and past her, meowed, then sprinted away. Honey turned to see where the cat was headed and barely caught sight of a large, looming figure before a growling voice took her completely off guard.
“You were actually going to steal my car!”
She jerked so hard, it felt like someone had snapped her spine. At first,