The Purrfect Wingman
“I didn’t need a search party—”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Ace cut in, gesturing at the room, the box of kittens, and Zach. “And now, I walk in, and there’s him—” he motioned at Zach like he was a stray cat, not a six-foot-plus firefighter with a literal hero complex. “Auditioning for the Rosario inner circle.”
I snorted despite myself, arms crossing. “You think this is an audition?”
“Por supuesto,” Ace declared, eyes twinkling. “Stage one: rescue the damsel. Stage two: invade the safe zone. Stage three…” He gave Zach a slow, deliberate once-over. “To be determined.”
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