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his arm out and whistled. Ralph immediately took flight and landed on Damon's arm. Damon reached into his front pants pocket and pulled out a mini carrot passing it to Ralph. Grabbing it with his left foot, Ralph eyed Katrina as he chewed at the carrot. Once he was done he began getting anxious, rocking back and forth, his eyes glued to Katrina who had come to stand beside Damon.
"Hello," he cooed, his head rocking back and forth.
Katrina smiled and looked at Damon, catching his smiling eyes.
"Hello... Hello... Hello.... HELLLLOOOO!" He screeched flapping his wings to gain their attention.
Damon laughed. "For God sakes say hi before Ralph takes a heart attack. He doesn't like being ignored."
Still smiling, Katrina turned her attention back to Ralph. "Hello Ralph."
Ralph stopped his rocking and seemingly satisfied with the introductions, spread his wings and flew over to a perch by the table a few feet away.
"Is he a rescue as well?" Katrina asked as they made their way to the little table.
"Nope. I've had him since he was old enough to be taken from the breeder. He usually goes wherever I go. He's been all over the US and has his own room in the house in Manhattan." Damon pulled out a chair for her, motioning for to sit. "He's as close to family as I have," he shrugged, "aside from the housekeeper Lily."
Chapter 8
There it was - the look of pity in her eyes. He hated that look. She used to get that same look each time he was thrown into a new foster home. He regretted his previous statement. She had a way of making him say things without filter - not something he generally did. Usually, every word, every move, every action was calculated.
Damon turned and took a seat across from her, busying himself with opening the stainless steel container.
"Mom said if you don't drop by and say hi when we get back to Bangor, you'll be in big trouble bucko. Her exact words."
Damon grinned and released a sigh of relief at the change in topic. Lifting the cover he uncovered a BBQ rotisserie chicken with a number of pasta salads and potato wedges. One of her favourite meals - or used to be anyhow.
"How are your parents anyhow?" He couldn't believe he hadn't even asked of them.
"Divorced." She replied grabbing a potato wedge and popping it into her mouth. "This smells delicious, by the way."
"I'll forward the compliment to Lily." He opened a bottle of wine and began to pour some, while she helped herself to the chicken. "What happened there?" Not that he was shocked; he could see a divorce in their future even when they were kids. All her parents ever did was fight.
"Dad decided to marry his secretary and mom has sworn off of men, apparently you are all swine that can't be trusted." She said matter-of-factly, an amused gleam in her eyes.
Damon lifted a brow at her. "That a fact? And she wants me to drop in and say hi?"
Katrina grinned. "Go figure huh? She always liked ya."
"And your dad is with the secretary?"
Katrina scooped up a spoonful of macaroni salad and grinned. "Pretty cliché, huh?"
"Indeed."
"Have you ever had a thing for your secretary?"
Damon paused, his glass of wine partway to his mouth. His mind raced backward in time two years when he'd first hired Becky.
"Oh-my-God! You dog, you did!" Grabbing a potato wedge, Katrina tossed it at him, hitting him square in the chest. "That's so nasty!"
'''I didn't say that!" he defended, blocking another potato wedge that came sailing across the table at him.
"You don't have to. I can see it written all over your face. You're the worst liar ever, Damon Garratt!" Despite her mock outrage, he could see the humour in her eyes.
Damon set his glass down and spread his arms out, palms out in mock surrender. "Okay, okay it happened once. At the office."
Her eyes widened and a wide smile spread across her lips. "Not on your desk!"
He could feel his face grow hot. "Not here. But in New York, in the actual office... Yes. Once." He felt the need to seriously stress
"Hello," he cooed, his head rocking back and forth.
Katrina smiled and looked at Damon, catching his smiling eyes.
"Hello... Hello... Hello.... HELLLLOOOO!" He screeched flapping his wings to gain their attention.
Damon laughed. "For God sakes say hi before Ralph takes a heart attack. He doesn't like being ignored."
Still smiling, Katrina turned her attention back to Ralph. "Hello Ralph."
Ralph stopped his rocking and seemingly satisfied with the introductions, spread his wings and flew over to a perch by the table a few feet away.
"Is he a rescue as well?" Katrina asked as they made their way to the little table.
"Nope. I've had him since he was old enough to be taken from the breeder. He usually goes wherever I go. He's been all over the US and has his own room in the house in Manhattan." Damon pulled out a chair for her, motioning for to sit. "He's as close to family as I have," he shrugged, "aside from the housekeeper Lily."
Chapter 8
There it was - the look of pity in her eyes. He hated that look. She used to get that same look each time he was thrown into a new foster home. He regretted his previous statement. She had a way of making him say things without filter - not something he generally did. Usually, every word, every move, every action was calculated.
Damon turned and took a seat across from her, busying himself with opening the stainless steel container.
"Mom said if you don't drop by and say hi when we get back to Bangor, you'll be in big trouble bucko. Her exact words."
Damon grinned and released a sigh of relief at the change in topic. Lifting the cover he uncovered a BBQ rotisserie chicken with a number of pasta salads and potato wedges. One of her favourite meals - or used to be anyhow.
"How are your parents anyhow?" He couldn't believe he hadn't even asked of them.
"Divorced." She replied grabbing a potato wedge and popping it into her mouth. "This smells delicious, by the way."
"I'll forward the compliment to Lily." He opened a bottle of wine and began to pour some, while she helped herself to the chicken. "What happened there?" Not that he was shocked; he could see a divorce in their future even when they were kids. All her parents ever did was fight.
"Dad decided to marry his secretary and mom has sworn off of men, apparently you are all swine that can't be trusted." She said matter-of-factly, an amused gleam in her eyes.
Damon lifted a brow at her. "That a fact? And she wants me to drop in and say hi?"
Katrina grinned. "Go figure huh? She always liked ya."
"And your dad is with the secretary?"
Katrina scooped up a spoonful of macaroni salad and grinned. "Pretty cliché, huh?"
"Indeed."
"Have you ever had a thing for your secretary?"
Damon paused, his glass of wine partway to his mouth. His mind raced backward in time two years when he'd first hired Becky.
"Oh-my-God! You dog, you did!" Grabbing a potato wedge, Katrina tossed it at him, hitting him square in the chest. "That's so nasty!"
'''I didn't say that!" he defended, blocking another potato wedge that came sailing across the table at him.
"You don't have to. I can see it written all over your face. You're the worst liar ever, Damon Garratt!" Despite her mock outrage, he could see the humour in her eyes.
Damon set his glass down and spread his arms out, palms out in mock surrender. "Okay, okay it happened once. At the office."
Her eyes widened and a wide smile spread across her lips. "Not on your desk!"
He could feel his face grow hot. "Not here. But in New York, in the actual office... Yes. Once." He felt the need to seriously stress
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