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?

Must Love Cats

Jill ducked her head and peered up at him with a sardonic look. “I’m saying take the hint and introduce yourself to the man. Say hi, strike up a conversation. Make yourself available in case he shows an interest and you can make the dream real. How hard will that be?”


Dale wasn’t sure. He didn’t know the man’s schedule—hell, he didn’t even know the guy’s name. He didn’t want to hang outside all the time hoping to catch a glimpse of the stranger. If it weren’t the dead of winter, maybe he could make excuses to run out every so often, but he’d look foolish running in and out when it was so damn cold.


“When’s your next review due?” Jill asked, interrupting his thoughts.


He shrugged as he tried to think over the list of new restaurants his editor had emailed earlier in the day. “I have a few days, why?”


Jill nodded. “Well, don’t wait for the eleventh hour to ask him to join you. Knock on his door tonight and set a date for tomorrow, or Friday.”


Chapter 13