Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,8

little happiness.” He wiggled his eyebrows and pulled the woman close.

“Eww,” Queenie sneered. “I do not need to hear about the sexcapades between you and Petra.”

“It’s better to walk in on them in the laundry room, right, Queenie?” Kimber laughed.

Queenie held up her middle finger to Kimber. “We agreed to never talk about that, didn’t we?”

Kimber hitched her finger to the woman next to her. “I’m pretty sure Fancy and I never made a promise like that.”

Pat’s head bobbed from person to person as they bickered back and forth. I did the same.

Things were always interesting when this group of people were around. Point was the only one who hadn’t said a word yet.

His eyes were trained on me, and his lips were pressed into a grimace. He didn’t look too happy to see me. The feeling is mutual.

“Are you getting that cat?” Petra asked.

My eyes darted down to the cat. “Uh, no. I’m just using it.”

Rhino snickered. “How exactly do you use a cat?”

Pat chuckled. “I’m trying to make her seem more friendly.”

“Pat,” I hissed. “I’m friendly, dammit.” He didn’t need to announce to everyone I wasn’t exactly a hit with the viewers.

Petra stepped forward and petted the cat on his head. “What’s his name?”

“Uh, well, Pat called him Hulk.” I didn’t know if that was really its name or if Pat had just made it up.

“Hello there, li’l Hulk,” Petra cooed. “I think you could make anyone friendly, right?” Petra’s eyes snapped to me. “I don’t mean you’re not friendly. I just mean he’s so cute and even the bitchiest…” Her words trailed off, and she ducked her head sheepishly. “I’m going to stop talking.”

Did I really come off as that big of a bitch? I was a bit reserved, but I wasn’t bitchy. “Uh, I know what you mean. He’s a cute…thing.” Yeah, maybe I came off a bit standoffish, which could maybe seem bitchy. Maybe.

“Are you doing a story on the shelter?” Petra asked hopefully. “I got the text about the adoption drive today and had to come. If this hits the news I’m sure tons more people will come down and adopt.”

I nodded and held out the cat to her. She seemed way more comfortable with Hulk than I was. “Uh, that’s the plan.” Marty had mentioned the shelter had reached out to the station hoping we would cover the adoption drive.

She willingly took him and cradled the cat to her chest. “He’s such a little guy.”

“No, Petra. You are not going to get a cat,” Rhino droned.

Petra winked and pressed a kiss to Hulk’s tiny head. “That’s what he thinks,” she whispered. “You’re the one I saw a little bit ago at the last Book Club.”

“Is that the little guy you were eyeing up before Queenie got shot?” Kimber asked. “Small freaking world that Deedra was using him. I mean, petting him.” Kimber snorted but gave me a wink. “I only tease the ones I like.”

“You know him?” I asked. What were the odds that the cat Pat had pulled from the shelter was one Petra wanted?

Petra nodded. “Yup. It’s him, and he is coming home with me.” She smiled at Rhino. “Today.”

Rhino growled but didn’t say no.

Petra pressed a kiss to the cat’s forehead and then handed him back to me. “First, he needs to be on camera with you, though. Hulk will totally make you less bitchy.”

“Petra,” Fancy laughed and turned toward me. “We don’t actually think you’re a bitch.”

Point scoffed.

That hurt more than it probably should.

Of course, he thought I was a bitch.

“I’ll just need him for five minutes, and then you can get back to cuddling him.”

Petra stepped back to her friends, and Pat focused the camera on me. He counted me in, and my mask of apparent bitchy professionalism slipped into place. “If you’ve ever thought about bringing home a furry kitten, now is the perfect time,” I rattled off.

Petra and her friends watched me for a few seconds before fading back into the shelter looking at all of the cats available for adoption. All of them except for Point.

His arms were folded over his chest, and a grumpy grimace graced his lips.

I ran through my story, all the while knowing Point was watching me with unwavering eyes.

Hulk thankfully stayed relatively still in my arms and didn’t cause a ruckus at all. At least, he was one less thing I needed to worry about.

“That’s good,” Pat called. “I’m going to get some more shots of the cats. Maybe we