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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Then it relaxed and curled into a ball. Large yellow eyes regarded Dale with interest. Even though he wasn’t a cat person by any means, he knew a challenge when he saw one. There was no way he was getting that cat off his bed without inflicting severe bodily harm.


Unfortunately, he suspected it was hisbody that would be harmed during the removal. Only too well he could imagine the fur flying and the claws slashing, and the bloody scratches across his bare chest and arms and legs, and the cat still right where it was when all was said and done.


“Fine,” he declared. For a brief moment, he considered pulling the comforter and pillow onto the floor to sleep—let the cat have the bed, what did he care? 


“Fine,” he said again, louder this time. No, he was the human here, heowned the bed. If the cat wanted to sleep there, too, then fine, let it. But he wasn’t giving up a good night’s sleep just because the cat was ensconced on his blankets. They could share.


Chapter 15