Dale Thomason isn't much of a cat person. In fact, he doesn't particularly care for animals of any kind. Or people either, for that matter. A food critic for the local press, he dines out on the company tab without the hassle of going on a date. His sex life is non-existent, particularly when compared to that of his bisexual BFF, Jill. When a stray orange tomcat brazenly follows Dale home one night, he calls Jill to come rid his apartment of the feline terror. But he can't seem to keep the cat out of his home, and the next time it comes inside, Jill isn't there to rescue him, so he lets it stay. That night Dale has the sexiest, most vivid dream starring the hot new redhead who just moved into the apartment across from his. In the morning, the cat has mysteriously vanished and Dale is left reeling from the wet dream. Did he imagine the whole thing? Or does his new neighbor harbor a furry secret?

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To his surprise, she just laughed again. “How much did you drink last night for real? You’re all paranoid about a cat crashing at your place, then dream about some hot new guy we saw blowing you while you sleep. Here’s a thought—maybe he took the cat with him when he left.”


“Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered to tell you about it,” Dale muttered. He was regretting it already. Hadn’t he realized she was going to laugh at him? Why had he ever thought otherwise?


Jill tossed her curls off her face and smiled as she wrapped both hands around her mug. “Oh, grow up. I’m just teasing. Let me tell you about myevening. Unlike yours, the sex was real.”


Now he didregret it. Covering his face with his hands, he groaned. “Jill, please. Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s unladylike to brag?”


Later, over a quick dinner of pasta Jill whipped up from the contents of Dale’s almost-bare cabinets, he suggested, “Maybe the dream means something.”


Chapter 12