Hot Stuff

Chapter NINETEEN

Kellen was working at his laptop when Cate and Beast came into the kitchen.

“I have a suite of offices,” he said, “but I like working here, at the table. It’s comfortable.”

There were two sandwiches on the table and one in Beast’s food bowl, complete with chips and a pickle.

“I see you cooked lunch,” Cate said to Kellen, smiling at the Beast bowl.

Kellen grinned back. “I thought he deserved a special treat for being such a good guard dog.”

“How’d it go today?”

“Great. Marty confessed to everything and turned in the pieces he had locked away. I think the prosecutor really felt for him. Plus, the prosecutor was a fan. He said Marty once sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to him Marilyn Monroe-style. And here’s the best part. Turns out one of Kitty’s charities is the Police Benevolent Association. And if that isn’t enough, Kitty and Marty have been funding the Crime Stoppers program. Marty’s Robin Hood defense hit close to home. Marty will probably only have to serve six months in jail, a year on probation and a hundred hours of community service. They specifically mentioned performing at seniors’ homes and the annual Policemen’s Ball.”

“That’s fantastic.”

“I know. That means we can plan our wedding for the fall of next year.”

“What?”

“Our wedding. Remember a couple nights ago when we got engaged and had some incredibly hot and passionate gorilla sex?”

Cate was speechless. Surely he was joking.

“I figure by next fall you will have graduated and be ready for your next challenge, namely me. But I don’t think we should wait too long to get you a ring. After last night I’m a little worried about Pugg taking over as your hero.”

Cate tilted her head back and laughed. “He does lead with his heart. But I think, in the end, Pugg’s heart belongs to Julie.”

“And how about your heart? I love you, Cate. I love the way you find something good in everyone. I love the way wherever you are feels like home. I even love your big, goofy dog.” Kellen picked a large box up off the floor and placed it on the counter in front of Cate. It was wrapped in white paper with a green ribbon and a Williams-Sonoma sticker. “And possibly most of all I would love to try one of those fantastic cakes I’ve heard so much about.”

Cate looked at Kellen, and slid the ribbon off the box and then the paper. Inside were two cake tins, a hand mixer, a spatula, and some red oven mitts.

“I’m not sure what else you need,” Kellen said. “But I thought this was a good start.”

“It’s a great start!” Cate said. “It’s so sweet of you. It’s the perfect gift. It’s symbolic and sensitive, and it even has a whisk attachment. I’ve always wanted a mixer like this.”

Kellen hadn’t actually noticed the whisk attachment, but he was glad Cate liked it. For that matter, Kellen hadn’t previously seen the symbolic importance of the gift. Although now that Cate pointed it out to him he was pretty damn impressed. Truth is, Kellen had just wanted a cake. He was hoping it would be chocolate with lots of those colorful sprinkles on top.

A tear slid down Cate’s cheek.

“Is that a good tear or a sad tear?” Kellen asked.

“A good tear. It’s one of those hormonal things.”

Kellen had a bunch of sisters. He knew all about hormonal things, so he hugged Cate to him. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes. Probably. Yes.”

Kellen snuggled her closer. “Am I rushing you?”

“A little, but it’s okay. We’ll have a long engagement. Give you lots of time to back out.”

“I’m not going to back out.”

“Me either,” Cate said. “I’m almost positive.”